The Maker

Holding Me.
Holding Me.

Reaching out His hand to me

Calling me home to be so free

Allowing me my own free choice

In this great fact I do rejoice

~~~

Even in my times of woe

When I feel drowned in sorrow

I feel His love touch my heart

I am ready for a brand new start

~~~

Let this light shine in my life

I am no longer bound by strife

Capable now am I to cope

He has given me true faith and hope

***

Β© Carol Campbell 2015Β 

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Published by: writersdream9

I have been writing all my life but for the most part, it has been a secret. My parents did not believe writing was a good way to earn money so I hid my poems. Then one day, I wanted to comment on an essay that a friend had written and found myself with a blog. That quiet whisper inside said, "You can write your poetry and no one will ever know.". I knew nothing of followers and the like at that time. So, here I am trying to learn my craft and enjoying every moment of it. My personal details are, I'm 57, married for 39 years, have one grown son who is God's gift to us and last but not least at all, I'm a Baha'i which basically means that I love all humanity.

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