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AT THE WELL
Contributed by
emystar
on
Thursday, 19th January 2012 @ 11:00:59 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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God's breathe rustles the leaves
Making them dance to sooth soul.
Birds quack as danger proceeds.
Protecting her flock is her goal.
At the well your voice echos
God's tender love and power.
At the well you still my soul
Anointing with your touch this hour.
Off in the distance others roam
Doing their own thing.
Yes, she touches God's throne
As his holy spirit fills her tomb.
Clear water rushes in as old
Is washed down stream.
Jesus tender mercy is told.
His water is supreme.
He draws beauty from pain
So she can understand others.
Now her heart smiles in rain.
She can teach love one to another.
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emystar
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2012-01-19 23:00:59]
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Re: AT THE WELL
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by girish on
Friday, 20th January 2012 @ 09:24:15 PM AEST
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| I always believe that the word Jesus is a combination of two words. One word is 'us'. He protects us. I cannot determine the other. Thanks for sharing |
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Re: AT THE WELL
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by colinb on
Tuesday, 12th March 2013 @ 02:57:50 PM AEST
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| A beautifull religouse write Emmy |
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