Monday, December 12, 2011

Palm Sunday and Peter

Will I lay my cloak before you in the thrill of morning ride ;
or pull it tighter round me in chilled shadows fireside?
Will my sword flash bright in battle as I bravely shout your fame
or will my words come quick and angry, standing by the fire's flame?

Your healing words will always,be ones that I can keep;
after restless nights of fishing when my troubled heart yearns sleep,
Your love always restores me, as you speak, “go , feed my sheep”!

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Blogger Walksinthewoods- said...

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