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pasqually Junior Member
since 2000-06-12
Posts 23West Virginia |
Sitting in an open field Wild flowers all around My eyes were closed My heart was full No peace of mind I found I cried out Abba help me For I feel so all alone Please Father, can I come home?!? "Not now my child..... Your work on earth's not done I will walk this road with you When it's your time I'll come" Sitting in an open field Wild flowers all around I pick a few I start to smile Sweet peace in God I've found [This message has been edited by pasqually (edited 09-23-2000).] |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
This is wonderful, I imagined the field and the flowers, and the feeling of crying "Abba" good work! Kathleen |
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WhtDove Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-22
Posts 9245Illinois |
What peace He can bring us when we cry out to Him! Lovey way of describing that! ![]() <*\\\>< I know not what the future holds, but I know Who holds the future. |
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Alle'cram Senior Member
since 2000-02-28
Posts 1816Texas |
...and amen & amen!! I've been in that open field with a full heart, crying out "Abba". Good writing, so full of hope. Marcy |
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Lighthousebob Member Elite
since 2000-06-14
Posts 4725California |
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ellie LeJeune Member Elite
since 2000-01-10
Posts 4156King of Prussia, PA USA |
Bouquets to you for this simply elequent poem of praise to His loving Grace. I echo everyone in saying that I've been in that dark place as well, and the Lord has always been my savior. Ellie Summers haunting melody that awakens the butterflies, calling them to join the dance in their silent song of praise to God. eL |
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pasqually Junior Member
since 2000-06-12
Posts 23West Virginia |
Thank-you Irish Rose, WhtDove, Alle'cram, Lighthousebob, and ellie for your comments. Yes, it is wonderful when God reaches out to us, even though we sometimes feel as if he's so far away. I find with myself all those times I feel like he's so far away, it's always because I'm not letting him get close to me. I keep him at a distance. It's so wonderful that I have a Father that won't leave me, even though I tend to put him at arms length when I need him the most. Yes, Lighthousebob, I've brought a bouquet of flowers for all of you. If you close your eyes you can smell the sweet fragrance as the gentle breeze of our Father's breath blows their scent through the air. What a lovely gift for us all. |
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Forrest Cain Member
since 2000-04-21
Posts 306Chas.,W.V. USA |
Very nice poem. Would this be Hope's field? Though I mostly remember weeds and broomsage there. But hey, even weeds bloom. Write us another. butch |
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