21. Does God Listen?
Does God listen when we pray?
Or when we speak does He turn away?
When life is tough, is it His doing?
Does God listen when we pray?
Or when we speak does He turn away?
When life is tough, is it His doing?
We shouldn't be ashamed or afraid to voice our doubts. I can relate to this poem as I have done so many times in my life: be close and far from God yet still believe in Him.
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If we all were blind
maybe then we all could see
that you must first have love
for you and then for me.
I want to thank you for liking my poem. I'm a mixture of many races and American Indian is one of them. Stand tall and proud. God bless you and your family.
Sincerely,
Scherwin D. W. Davis I
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This pain that I feel cuts through me like steel.
It's like an open wound that just won't heal.
They say that time is the key that turns the lock and sets you free,
But why, God? Why, is this happening to me?
Analysis of Form and Technique
God comes to us in quiet and simple ways.
He is there when the breeze rustles the palm fronds on a quiet, lazy, sunny afternoon.
When the raindrops softly patter on the thirsty tin roofs of the poor, he is there.
I have never seen God in this light. Thank you for showing me how easy it is to find God. I have been searching for Him all my life.
When there's a day
You can't seem to stand
Call on His name
And He'll take your hand
When I feel far from God,
There's a special thing that I do;
I take a very deep breath!
He gave it also to you.
Glory to our loving Lord, who is a
Mighty God and a faithful friend.
His divine love for us is pure and perfect,
and His great mercy knows no end.
in my weeping, He is still good
in my fear, He is still good
in my weariness, He is still good
in my pain, frustration, hurt, and shame
A crisp, cool autumn evening,
Stars fill the night up high.
God, the great creator,
Decking out the sky.
The batteries of a flashlight
or a luminescent wristwatch
will die over time;
HIS light is immortal.
I am a work of art
In the Almighty's hands.
The intent of His heart,
He totally understands.
Sometimes I look at the stars, Lord, and wonder if you're there.
I have so many questions for you; I have so much to share.
Sometimes I feel your presence, sometimes I feel you're near.
If I tell you how empty I feel, would you still be there to hear?
I'm reading this at a time my soul need it most, it's a reflection of my condition. More Grace
When night changes into day
we get a chance to start over again.
We can complete the things left undone
and reach back and make amends.
God is my Saviour
God is my friend.
God lights my way
Whenever darkness descends.
You are the music. You are the song.
You are the words of truth and love.
You are the voice that speaks to our heart.
You are the music, the song of our heart.
Actually, there is music to this poem that was created in 2013.
Silent love from God displays,
Stronger than turbulent waves.
Time after time the Israelites strayed,
Changed not God's love in any way.