Wednesday, March 13, 2019
Good morning, from
The wind is blowing,
The rain comes down,
The birds have found a place to stay,
Yes, they're all kept safe
And tucked away!
I think about my life, Lord,
And how You woo me inward
To that place of Love & Grace
Where I find strength for winds I face.
That blessed place where we are one,
Where I hear You whisper sweet -
"Fear not for we have just begun!"
Oh, let it rain and I'll stay here -
Near to Love and out of fear!!!
Leeza Kuzzin Poetry 2019
2 Corinthians 13:14
2 Timothy 1:7