New poem, by me, Sarah (pen name: Sarah Sackett). :]
He speaks in a whisper, rarely a shout;
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He speaks in a whisper, rarely a shout;
His arms are Comfort; He drives away Doubt.
His Word is a sword, sharp and sheer;
His hands, always open, are warm and dear.
He came for sinners, the vilest of all;
Those ready to listen and heed His call.
He came to live, an example to be;
Then surrendered everything to die on a tree.
He lived and died for vast mankind,
Bound in world-chains, hopeless and blind.
His Rescue of Mercy and Grace displayed,
Shattered Death's plan -- man's debt was paid!
He sits now on Heaven's righteous throne,
Awaiting the Day He shall bring us Home.
Who is He? This Lord of Above?
He is my God -- a Man called Love.
Photo via Pinterest. Words Photoshopped by me (with exception of "love").
Love it! So beautifully written =) I always love reading your poems Sarah!
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness, just beautiful! This one nearly made me cry. Keep writing. You are so talented!
ReplyDeleteAw, thank you, ladies! Just made my day :D
ReplyDeletewhat a lovely poem! youre really honestly talanted - do you write poetry often?
ReplyDeleteThank you, Amy-Anne! Yes, I write as often as I get the inspiration. :]
ReplyDeleteThat was beautiful Sarah! I absolutely loved it!
ReplyDeleteGod Bless,
Amy
living738.blogspot.com
<3 Jesus was my first love <3
Thank you, Amy! You are too kind :D
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