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Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Nov 19, 2008 22:36:10 GMT -5
SNOWY GRACE
Angel feathers fall now to earth Dusting the waiting with new grace now seen Each manifests in a crystalline flake Each unique like the situation it covers In His love and forgiveness Received with thankful refreshing Sign of Deity, Purity, Grace here among us... What a gift and a glorious sight to the eye White eyelet laces and nose tickling graces Of this heavenly soft falling Always covering, calling To draw ever nearer There is None that is dearer Than He whose life's own blood Has turned crimson to white Bright dazzling by day and by night... Always sent in season Love being the reason... Oh Christ, our delight Snowy Grace, snowy white....
© IRIS WOYTOWICH
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Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Dec 3, 2008 5:41:27 GMT -5
Your poems are like priceless pearls, exquisitely beautiful. They fill me with awe and admiration, as I can see your poetic genius developing, like a glorious flower in full splendor, turning its gracious face to the heavens, where God's glory resides in full grace, reflecting the awesome resplendence and beauty that flows from His throne in dazzling radiance.
© MIRIAM JACOB
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