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this poem is based on my testimony and the gentle way in which the Lord corrected me. Enjoy.
Gentle Correction
Stumbling deeper, deeper, darker, darker.
I cant look back, the brightness still hurts my eyes.
At first I ran, then as I tired I walked,
further and further until the warmth left my back.
Each junction that I came to pointed a way, away!
to distant hills where grass looked greener and greener still.
But in the darkness I couldnt see properly,
parched earth and dried river bed paths seemed all that was left of life.
Still I walked, stumbling from time to time.
Bloodied hands and knees reminded me of my fallen state.
Round and round, till my numbness was a comfort,
now out of sight of suns warm rays I lay and wept in pools of sorrow.
I was woken one day by a touch so surely good,
upon my shoulder an arm like brotherly love and motherly tears.
Not heavy laden but light was I,
along side of me hope so pure and comforts foot prints.
With love about I turned, at hope above I gazed,
corrected by loves perfect work not imperfect laws demands.
One moment facing darkness and despair,
the next, toward the light, though bowed low I dared not look.
Crying with unheard words and reaching to unseen hands,
my resurrection, new breath upon me now.
Guided home with healing, lifted up with love,
gentle correction, turn all back to the Father heart.
this poem is based on my testimony and the gentle way in which the Lord corrected me. Enjoy.
Gentle Correction
Stumbling deeper, deeper, darker, darker.
I cant look back, the brightness still hurts my eyes.
At first I ran, then as I tired I walked,
further and further until the warmth left my back.
Each junction that I came to pointed a way, away!
to distant hills where grass looked greener and greener still.
But in the darkness I couldnt see properly,
parched earth and dried river bed paths seemed all that was left of life.
Still I walked, stumbling from time to time.
Bloodied hands and knees reminded me of my fallen state.
Round and round, till my numbness was a comfort,
now out of sight of suns warm rays I lay and wept in pools of sorrow.
I was woken one day by a touch so surely good,
upon my shoulder an arm like brotherly love and motherly tears.
Not heavy laden but light was I,
along side of me hope so pure and comforts foot prints.
With love about I turned, at hope above I gazed,
corrected by loves perfect work not imperfect laws demands.
One moment facing darkness and despair,
the next, toward the light, though bowed low I dared not look.
Crying with unheard words and reaching to unseen hands,
my resurrection, new breath upon me now.
Guided home with healing, lifted up with love,
gentle correction, turn all back to the Father heart.
