The Poet’s Desk


by Shauneal Bobb

We don’t touch or feel his wonderful grace,

But his love for us that’s what we embrace.

We don’t need to be rich or poor,
All we need his to walk on his floor.
We may lose our faith,
But sometimes we just have to wait.
His love for us is strong,
so all we need to do is don’t go wrong.
His word is true and real,
So don’t look what is unreal.
He watches down on us,
all we have to do is don’t be bemused.
My poem maybe wrong,
But it is his word that is strong.

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