Lord, I Thank You
Thanking My Higher Power
Lord ,
I thank you for bringing me into this New Year. I thank you for your promises made loud and clear. I thank you for my friends far and near. Lord I thank you for your love so dear.
John
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John M Edwards Jr
Born in San Francisco, CA. Son of a preacher. After committing my life to Jesus Christ, I noticed the letter I wrote to God had rhyming lines. That became my first poem.
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Little Flower
Little Flower, So beautiful you are. I see the weeds trying to choke you out. The weeds have their blossoms but they stink. Let me pluck you up and transplant you in a field where there are no weeds. I would love to water you and watch you grow even more beautifully. Little Flower, how beautiful you are. Step into the palm of my hand and let me take you to Wonderland. Little Flower, you're so rare, so make sure you take care, and stop taking so many dares. Little Flower, beware. There are weeds everywhere. Little Flower, come with me. Let me plant you where there are trees and no weeds. Little Flower, do you hear me? Are you listening Little Flower?
By John M Edwards Jr5 months ago in Poets
Autumn House
Orange leaves gently swayed in a light breeze as twelve-year-old Chris Weaver walked down the dirt road. He kicked up dust as he mosied. The house at the end of the dirt road was red. It had a quaint porch, being swept by Granny Bloche. She wore simple attire: blue jeans and an ankle-length skirt. The orange sun was starting to set as Chris stepped onto the porch. ‘’Where am I?’’ Chris asked.
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This was so wonderful!
Beautiful! I love prayers of gratitude like this. ❤️
A nice prayer