Tuesday, April 19, 2011

it's that Good.

Even the weakest hand I would hold




For my lips can kiss


and they are felt and known.





Not struck in the contempt of ignorance.






The silliest I embrace


for it is no matter in my House




Truly it is better lose it


in Holy's Good glory.







Love conquers death
of the humbled,
dying.


In struggle to hold onto life so much;


You cannot feel the gentleness of my Hand's touch.





My burden is easy - my load light;


And you want to fool acting strong.







You couldn't love me yet,


otherwise you would revel in my Grace.






Come to me and admit the broken-

shed disgrace with thanksgiving.







For I have been coming to redeem long before you realized


the gravest imagining of your shortcoming.









- This is Good News.








Repent, Taste, Enjoy, Live:



by Christ Jesus.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

In struggle to hold onto life so much;
You cannot feel the gentleness of my Hand's touch.

I loved that part! Well done Heather, beautiful poem. Thanks for posting to FB. Talk to you soon xo Romizah