My Walk
Early on this morning as I walked and prayed to God,I found it very difficult to my King would I applaud.
But as I considered further how critical the situation,
I beckoned His call and sought from Him a miracle persuasion.
I confessed my sin so plainly and shared my griefs and fears.
I could not hold it in no more, my eyes burst into tears.
I want my wife my Lord!! I said, I cannot let her go.
I know you have more work for her, a lot more seed to sow.
But as I climbed the mountain and back down again once more.
I thought an angel beckoned her from Heavens open door.
Were waiting here for you my dear, if you should get the call.
I grasped so hard to bring her back, I must have gave my all.
But then I remembered the Gospel, the Good News of days of old.
And how it made more sense to me at 23 years old.
His Word had spoken to me that we would never part.
When He said, "take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart."
Ramil
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