Poetry

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© Bob Barra, 8-10-06

She has no time for pain;
No time for the sadness,
She’s under His reign,
Thus healed from the madness;

Now the past is the past,
With no ghosts to haunt her;
On Him all woe’s been cast;
A daughter healed by her Father;

She can look at the past,
And not be held down;
By joy, gloom is outcast,
She’s too busy for frowns;

Aloe of goodness, myrrh of mercy.
You are scented with His great love;
His eye’s apple, for us to see,
Alluring many to be borne above;

I for one applaud His life’s work,
You’re such a beauty, through and through;
You show us all how He hasn’t shirked;
Clearly evident is Him loving you;

“Run, My dear daughter;
Yes, to Him, please run;
For He has living water;
May you dance under His sun!”


For Melissa S.

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