Telling my story Jesus comes to me
Waiting at crossroad His light makes us see
His beauty there in Showers us with grace
Mercy His kindness Looking that His face
This warming my heart Filling up my soul
Liquid joy comes in Mending up the whole
Broken but singing His love sets us free
Jesus Comes To Me Now, I come to see
More than I ought to Yer least that should be
Telling My Story God's love set me free
Thanks for reading.
Poem # 1665
Idea 17 March 2012
Foot of bed 7:08 AM
Re read 23 March 2012
8 May 2012
Made some changes
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