Thou Shalt Weep no More

He will be gracious to me when
The voice of my cry hears.
He says that He will answer me then,
and not wait for years.

And though adversity’s my bread
and water of affliction.
Yet teachers shall not be removed;
My eyes shall see conviction.

My ears can hear the words behind me:
“Here’s the way walk in it.
Right or left hand you will be
led rightly”.     I’ll submit it.

Distill all of my motives Lord
and bring me forth as gold.
On my own it is too hard,
I want Christ as my mold.

 ©2007 P. Johnson

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About Pam

I love playing with words. That doesn't mean I'm good at it yet, but I hope to improve with time (I've had 53 years so far). Not sure how long it takes. I also love to read poems, but what I can write, and what I like to read doesn't always equate. I love science fiction (the clean stuff), fantasy (see previous parenthetical remark) like Eragon, Lord of The Rings, etc... I also love wonderful stories by George Eliot (which I re-read almost yearly), or even the Gothic novels by Austen and Bronte sisters (which I will probably never re-read). But I could never write that kind of thing. too bad, So here is my tiny contribution to the world of anonymous "literature". Certainly my poems will never come close to Emily Dickinson. But then I leave my house now and then.

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