There comes a time
The many roads traveled
Never feeling the distance
The miles I never noticed
Always driving feeling the nearest and dearest to God and my Lord Jesus I know He was and is my passenger always praying and hoping to find where to put my roots down
I love the United States its beauty is nearest and dearest to my heart the land scape is as close to me as my skin
I never complained when it was unbearably hot It always made me think to pray for the Arabs where it's really hot
I never complained when it was to cold I always thought of the natives in the artic where it's truly cold
When the tempature is just right as it is right now I give God Thanks and praise and when I close my eyes and inhale the gentle breeze that brushes a cross my face
I give God thanks when I open my eyes to see God's creatures freely flying in the sky
Pure delightful
I know God is never going to reward me evil for good
I gently laugh at the thought of spaghetti on my tummy when a very bad nanny locked me in a closet and fed me spaghetti thirty days
You can't make that up
I don't know what one thing has to do with the other I chuckel as I am now more than of age and
Think by all rights I should hate spaghetti and I should hate salad but I love Italain food
And I feel I shouldn't so I chuckel I am always going to pray and pity those who have no pity
I laugh when a foe thinks He has a cause
The hottest place in the world is a pew that makes you say and cry yow Denney your not God
I say heretic not heritage
There comes a time where you just sit back and say with God I can do all things
I am not an uw nut I am a child of the most high God and He loves me and I love Him
About this poem
The way I feel at these very minutes
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Written on August 07, 2021
Submitted by psalms94.23 on August 07, 2021
Modified on March 24, 2023
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