Tuesday, March 23, 2010

A Poem

The Peace Of God

I cried out to Him;
He found me.

He fed me,
Like a little bird
without a nest;
He collected me
and fed me
from His hand.

He covered me
with His feathers,
and made me a home
in His heart;
He increased mine
to fit more
of Him.

My heart was surrounded;
He sent warriors
on my behalf.
He fought my battle
for me;
He always wins.

I gave myself
to Him;
He gave me peace.
He gave Himself.

Written By Magdalena Leaker
March 23,2010