Monday, September 10, 2012

Miracle Worker (a poem)

Before I wake, He's walking in the garden
Scattering seeds and dressing little flowers.
He spins the earth from darkness into daylight
And forms the clouds to bring a morning shower.

All through the day, He's walking close beside me
Protecting, guiding, giving grace to bear;
Forgiving, filling, carrying my burdens
Reminding me He knows my every care.

At close of day, when sunlight turns to darkness
He calls the moon and all the dancing stars
He never sleeps, He's ever watching, listening
And drawing near to every longing heart.

He's working miracles, but all the while He's listening
He hears His children when they call His name
And though a million voices intermingle
He hears each one, for no two are the same.



Unknown said...

This is so very sweet...I love the thought of all the voices intermingled...but He hears each one. blessings to you~

Sandy said...

I just love this, Linda. Hope it's alright with you if I copy it into one of my journals. It is so sweet and paints such a wonderful picture of His love for us.

Patricia said...

So beautiful, Linda. So amazing is our Father's attention to His children. xox

lil red hen said...

Linda, these poems of yours need to be put into book form. They are all so meaningful.

Beth said...

I esp. like the phrase "dressing little flowers." Wonderful words that flow into our hearts, Linda.:>)

S. Etole said...

I like the way you've spun the day and night together.

Jennifer {Studio JRU} said...

Beautiful, Linda! I love to think how HE hears each and every one of us... individually! It is just amazing. Wonderful and amazing! :)

Anonymous said...

amazing to me how God is so very personal to each of us.