December 17, 2020
The Lord has numbered all my days.
My rhymes provide one way to praise.
I cannot heal a broken heart,
Or mend a life that’s torn apart,
But I can point you to a man,
A specialist I know who can.
I call Him often, every day
He’s always there hears what I say.
He’s given many friends I know
An inner peace, they even glow.
His comes with references galore,
So many words, and songs, and more.
The Bible’s THE bestselling book
I recommend it, have a look.
Our calendar reflects his name,
Identifies the year he came,
A holiday when he was born,
Another for his crown of thorn.
Call out to him, you need no phone.
Why try to live this life alone?
I just share my heart with rhyme. Thanks for the kind words, but I’m no prophet.
I look forward to the poem each day. You are our prophet. I feel like I just received God’s word for the day. May He continue to bless you for our encouragement.