Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Mar 7, 2012 23:11:38 GMT -5
SURRENDER TO JOY
Early March, I take a stroll,
Where waters soothe my weary soul,
A thorny tree would soon suffice
To call to mind the sacrifice,
That Christ made for the likes of me,
To cures my ills, to set me free.
But in that woodland, tangled, dark,
My God provides a welcome spark:
The sun reflected in the streams,
Is like a golden ball, it seems,
To bounce upon the tumbling spray,
Invites a smile says, “Come and play!
For Christ has died but rose anew
To give His joy to me, to you-
The Spring is near, so, be aware-
That JOY is just another prayer!
© Pauline Griffiths
Early March, I take a stroll,
Where waters soothe my weary soul,
A thorny tree would soon suffice
To call to mind the sacrifice,
That Christ made for the likes of me,
To cures my ills, to set me free.
But in that woodland, tangled, dark,
My God provides a welcome spark:
The sun reflected in the streams,
Is like a golden ball, it seems,
To bounce upon the tumbling spray,
Invites a smile says, “Come and play!
For Christ has died but rose anew
To give His joy to me, to you-
The Spring is near, so, be aware-
That JOY is just another prayer!
© Pauline Griffiths