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 May 2017 LexBbq
Juhi
Did you know?
There's a little gift in
each of my poems...
Wrapped...with a bow...
A comma...
An exclamation,
a sigh, a pause,
A lump in the throat...
beat of the heart...
A longing...a feeling..
Put them all together...
Every vowel and consonant...
And that's a poem in itself...

I am an ultra sensitive soul..
And probably when we meet,
I won't say a word...
But my poems will speak...
Because they carry
the weight of
your invisible presence...

And I know that you know...
That these gifts are just for You...
With His nail-scarred hands,
He wipes all my tears away.
And sweeps them into the sea.
The Sea of Forgetfulness.
Where He has cast my sins.
He washes me clean through His Blood of Sacrifice.
He wipes the tears from my eyes.
With His nail-scarred hands,
He washes me clean.
He wipes all my tears away.

I am loved.
I am forgiven.
I am free.
He wipes.
My tears.
Away.
"And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes."--Rev. 7:17.
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