Who instructs the winds to blow
And tells His plants the time to grow?
Whose arms hold back anxious rains
Or bursts the clouds o’er fields of grains?
Who filled ancient skies above,
Who gave to us His Son to love?
Whose mighty voice put waves to sleep,
Who helps you change what you reap?
Who can mold hearts of stone
And make them new for Him alone?
Who cries with each grieving heart
While comfort to His child imparts?
Who can hear each whispered plea
From troubled souls on bended knees?
Who conquered death within the tomb,
And knit you in your mother’s womb?
Who takes the bad and makes it good,
Whose plans unfold just when they should?
The God of man, the King who reigns
Nothing’s too hard for Him, He claims.
So when this world gets you down
Turn to Him who wears the crown.
Reach out, He’ll grab your weary hand
He’ll carry you ‘till you can stand.
Jeremiah 32:27 (NIV) I am the Lord, the God of all mankind. Is anything too hard for me?
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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Charla,
Excellent poem. I'm not sure about the knitting in the womb thing, though. Only because I (it's a me thing) couldn't get past the image of those big needles poking around in there - could be dangerous...but I understand the effect you were going for.
Keep up the great work!
May God bless.
Sincerely,
Dan Blankenship
