Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2018
Oh Heavenly Father
hold me and my earthly life together like glue.
The papers that got lost in the wind, came back to you and were white, not blank pages bc you filled them with your words
Holy, Holy
Light
I want to listen to the creator, He brought me on to this earth.
Ginamarie Engels
Written by
Ginamarie Engels
179
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems