It came to pass and you won’t call.
An issue of right and wrong, this is not.
An issue of fortune-telling and psychic
ability this is not.
Your life, my life if I don’t tell
is at stake...God told me.
But you don’t believe...
and it came to pass
now you won’t call.
I guess you can handle it all
by yourself. My season is finished
and yours has just begun.
Does the enemy have your hands
tied behind your back and tape
over your mouth?
It came to pass and you doubted.
You told me God doesn’t speak that often.
God doesn’t, God won’t, God hasn’t...
and it too came to pass.
This blog is for those readers who enjoy inspirational poems and other creative fictional writings that glorify God, challenge one to reflect on his or her walk with God, expose errors in religion, and encourage those who feel like God just isn't listening sometimes. Enjoy spiritual poems by Nicholl.
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Monday
Dedication to Baby
Baby cry out.
You live.
You die.
A world, cold.
Warm us with your smile.
Touch us with your love
Help us find God.
Grow.
Tell us what you know
A piece of paper crinkled in tiny palms.
You live.
You die.
A world, cold.
Warm us with your smile.
Touch us with your love
Help us find God.
Grow.
Tell us what you know
A piece of paper crinkled in tiny palms.
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