An Easter poem...please share with everyone!!!

 

The Love

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.