Thank you Elezabeth for your personal challenge.Hope you like my poem as much as I enjoyed
yours.GOD bless.My song is found also by reading the first word of each line.-Bob


Divine Intervention

Blessed are the weary for they shall find rest;
Assurance is mine as I cry from my nest,
"Jesus come catch me and teach me to fly...
Is not mine heart ready that I should not die?"
Mine eyes heaven bound to trust Him once more,
"Oh, Jesus, please bolster these wings whence I soar."
What of the strong breeze or what of the tide?
A current doth prompt me to up higher glide.
Foretaste of Heaven on Earth never seen
Of rainbows and patchworks of pure browns and greens.
Glory to glory, the half's not been told,
Divine intervention is mine to behold.


-Lighthouse Bob