Forever God Is Faithful

Forever God Is Faithful short poem

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Bloom today my soul with joy
Let soft rain seep deeper in
Let the griefs of yesterday
Slip away, forgotten sin
Charred and scorched the blackest marks
Rubbed with gentle tenderness
Till a calloused, hardened heart
Yields anew to soft caress
Fit to beat and love again
Warm, the pulse, and quickening
Open to the day’s delights
Live with health, not sickening
God of hope and light itself
Sometimes veiled but never gone
To eternity we walk
Vexed, perplexed, but not alone

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I can't remember when I didn't write poems but as I've got older, I find they spill into my head, often at inconvenient times of the morning! I use to write them on my way to work, hence the title of my blog, but now I've given up to go trekking around in a campervan with my husband. Plenty of time to reflect on the world, though I don't claim to understand it any better....
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