Tag Archives: Inspirational

Today’s Poem: Forgiveness Is Like An Eraser

to GOD be the GLORY ~ Forgiveness Is Like An Eraser ~ By Deborah Ann  Forgiveness is like an eraser,God wipes our sins awayonce we confess and repentfor them we don’t have to pay. For, the slate He rubs clean,of our every offensetis why He sent Jesus . . .to come to our defense. God doesn’t keep a notebook,filled up with… (more…)

#throwbackpoem: Fear Comes In Ways

to GOD be the GLORY ~ Fear Comes In Waves ~ By Deborah Ann Fear is like the ocean,it comes in with a roarknocking you off your feetthrowing you to the floor. It swells and it rises,with its pulsing soundso that panic strickenyou’ll stay on the ground. Fear is like thunder,it scares as it rumblescausing you to shakein midst of your… (more…)

Today’s Poem Knitted Together

to GOD be the GLORY ~ Knitted Together ~ By Deborah Ann Knitted together,with the strandsof love and graceheld in God’s hands. Hearts joined,with assuranceto run the racewith endurance. Stitched collectively,to become onewith the riches foundin Father and Son. Clothed in righteousness,the fabric of our lifeso to encourage othersthrough worldly strife. Knitted together,by God’s hand . . .so we may… (more…)

My Faith Keeps Me Hoping

to GOD be the GLORY March 3, 2018 My Faith Keeps Me Hoping ~ By Deborah Ann My faith keeps me hoping, it keeps me alert so from the narrow way I will not divert. For, what I hope for, isn’t found on this earth nothing it provides has everlasting worth. My faith keeps me hopeful, it keeps me vigilant so… (more…)

On the Sea of Bended Knee ~

On the Sea of Bended Knee ~ By Deborah Ann Father, I can hardly wait, until I see the sea of every single knee bowing down to Thee. The vision is so clear, as each soul accounts if, to You they were . . . rebellious or devout. Father, I can hear it now, the hum of every tongue singing… (more…)

Feet Like That Of A Deer ~

to God be the Glory By Deborah Ann Oh, to have feet, like that of a deer I’d be able to move without having fear. I could then scale, whatever the height for I would have . . . God’s power and might. Oh, to have feet, like that of a doe I would not dread I would just go.… (more…)

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