Category: Poems: Teaching

I hide on a plane between two worlds.
My illness, the Spirit, the two they twirl.

It is not of ourselves,
Nor achieved by any works.
The gift, it comes from God,
And it’s one of many perks.

Oh ye of little faith, why do you now so doubt? I had you at belief as the Scriptures to you tout..

Intimately He yearns
You to know.
Leave camouflage behind
And with Him go.

Do not deny its calling.
You’ll know that it’s His will.
For once God stamps approval,
He will bless and surely fill.