An Easter poem...please share with everyone!!!
by Leslie S. Miller
All my dreams are painted wings,
but my flight is not my own,
Falling down, I hit the ground,
thinking of the pond and stepping stones.
I feel the pain, nothing was gained,
when I dug myself into this hole,
I reached out, a cry for help,
and Light reached down to save my soul.
I had a flash of moments past,
to painful to, in words, explain,
and when I saw His skin so Raw,
I flashed his face and cried again,
There is no Passion great in a man,
But I hunger for the peace with Him,
He was a pleasant, friendly, soul,
Our rightful King brought love again.
Looking at my chosen path,
I now wish only for His will,
There is no greater power that a man hath,
Nor thorns can mar His heart, not still.
Because inside that broken Man,
was Power Great and Small, that stands,
He's more than words or just a name,
that we holler, cry out "Lord" in vain.
Follow if we want to, He's given us a choice,
free ourselves this life of sin
to do, dedicate your heart, accept Him, Rejoice.
For it is He, He has Risen.