When the atmosphere is light
I smile and maunder.
Sometimes,
When I'm in the house alone,
I lie there and ponder.
Never,
When barraged by the quotidian,
Should I lose a sense of wonder,
...
...
But I do.
...
Always,
Though I'm foolish and ungrateful,
God has claimed me for his own.
3 comments:
good one.
How precious to be claimed by Him.
Anon, yes it is. It most certainly is.
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