I spoke to God,
From a church,
Filled with Christian’s.
Singing and clapping,
As we worshipped the lord.
Through all this noise,
My prayer he received.
I could not see him,
No reply was heard.
Still my heart felt,
What I know to be true.
The Holy Spirit from Jesus,
Was flowing through me.
Sorrows now lifted,
Im free to rejoice.
But know Im not special,
No favorite of God’s.
Through faith,
I have met him.
In faith, I have grown.
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ejashwick 
Neat piece. I could really feel the “smallness” of the opening lines. đŸ™‚
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I have been there and know of what you speak! Keep writing, seeking and He will use your testimony to be a light to a very dark world in dire need of healing that only comes by way of the Holy Spirit.
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It is great to know others can relate. God guides me in all aspects of life and poetry is a form of expression I feel his embrace in. Glad you enjoyed it.
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Reblogged this on The Transformation Project and commented:
I was encouraged to come to this blog. How many have you have been where this believer has been? If you have been there – write about it here. If you haven’t, reach out to Jesus Christ and everything can change for you. If you don’t know where to begin, call a Pastor you trust or if you need to, write to me.
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Lovely – Happy Easter – the joy of renewal
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To you as well. Spring brings a renewal for all things. Have a blessed day.
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Glory to God! I love this
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