Little Place |

Little Place |
There’s a little place,
Inside my mind,
Where only joy and peace I find.
And in that spot,
That’s tucked away,
Are thoughts of how I used to pray.
When I go there,
I can recall,
When I first understood the fall.
A local church,
a comfy pew,
my heart was wrecked because of you.
Now that’s all guarded–
A well-kept fence– only then did it make sense.
Unlock the gate,
And stumble in,
To wrestle with my bent towards sin.
I fight to see,
I’m glad to find,
His love for me remains behind.
In that little place, inside my mind.

abroadlifepoet
 
I don't know how I missed your ditty
but Im glad I found it today,
please continue to express yourself
I enjoyed what you had to say,
no poetry police here to dissect grammar
meter structure nor prose,
just flowering fellow Christians
reading blossoms like a rose~

much love to you my sister in Christ, and fellow word smith...
 
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