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| River Registered user Username: River Post Number: 7888 Registered: 9-2006  |
I met an old man whose cloths were torn In his hand was a Bible, it was marked and worn I said Sir, where have you been? He said, Montana I think, I just can’t remember when I said, why did you go? Was it do or die? He said, Jesus sent me, I don’t know why I said, what did you see? He said I saw a little boy, being buried under a tree His parents were grieving, there was tears in their eyes For that little boy, under the Montana skies I said Sir, what then did you do? He said, I told them about Jesus, just as I’m telling you I said, Sir you haven’t said much about Jesus today He said, I don’t know much, for I am only clay But I did mention the little boy His parent whose loss left them with no joy Look around you son, and you will see That Jesus is in you and he is in me I said Sir, would you sit with me a while I just lost my wife, and I cannot smile He sat with me a while, under an old Oak tree It was there he told me about Jesus And he set my heart free He walked on down the road His walk wobbly and slow Was it Angel or man? I will never know So if you should meet an old man with a cane A worn Bible in his hand, who can’t remember his name Let him tell you about Jesus, you’ll be glad he came You will smile again, you will never be the same. River April 12th - 2012 | ||
| Skeeter Registered user Username: Skeeter Post Number: 1884 Registered: 12-2007  |
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| Nowisee Registered user Username: Nowisee Post Number: 1122 Registered: 5-2009 |
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| River Registered user Username: River Post Number: 7890 Registered: 9-2006 |
I know the poem is very simple and I would get torn to shreds by people who write poetry, but I still like to share the ones I do come up with anyway. I have never been a reader of poetry, nor have I ever appreciated it too any extent and I have no idea why I all of a sudden wanted to express myself in this manner. I think there is a lot about the spiritual and imperishable side of us that we do not understand. I think perhaps that is why so many of us operate in the flesh instead of the spirit is because we tend to shy away from something we cannot understand. I think perhaps poetry, no matter how simply written is the spiritual man that needs to communicate vertically to God and at the same time horizontally to man. There is the dark poetry of a lost and confused soul and then there is the poetry of a saved yet still not complete soul and then there is the unfeeling poet who delights in the arrangement of word, the latter of which has less meaning to me than either the unsave or the saved. River | ||
| Mjcmcook Registered user Username: Mjcmcook Post Number: 453 Registered: 2-2011 |
River~ You~ touched my Heart ~ again! Thank-you~ ~*~mj~*~ | ||
| Colleentinker Registered user Username: Colleentinker Post Number: 13592 Registered: 12-2003  |
Yours is certainly the poetry of a saved soul, River! Thanks. Colleen | ||
| Skeeter Registered user Username: Skeeter Post Number: 1885 Registered: 12-2007 |
Simple is better Straight from the heart |
