Favor: Gifts from above…

Hunger cannot be sustained by bread alone
October 8, 2018
Empty Wind: Here and now, what is to come?
October 28, 2018


Gifts from above not clearly distinct
They come from a Father who knows my instincts
Illicit to perfection my heart grows near
The Fathers grace is my darkest fear
Though I know I am unworthy through sin and despair
His love cannot measure but it shows great care
continued blessings from the gifts above
He rests His presence as if it was a dove
Farther from him on occasion I drift
He always knows where to find me adrift
My heart is His home and forever He stays
Until He calls me again in my last days
-Ernest Curry

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