Poetry

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© Bob Barra, 10-18-06

O, My one, I’m laughing so;
Finally, you here, beside My heart;
I’m now your Father, as you know;
Mercy and grace I thus impart;

I so weep, for I rejoice;
You’ve turned to Me, by truth and Spirit;
You have heard your God’s voice,
And I promise you’ll always hear it;

I’ve so much to tell and show you;
What great things I have in mind;
Just please know I’m always true;
In the war, I’m always kind;
For you I’ve chosen at time’s beginning;
This, the extent of My patient love;
As time passed, it wasn’t thinning;
By it, I’ve gained you, My dove;

Plus to you I have given
Gifts that will never be revoked;
All you need is My Spirit quicken;
Yes, I can make you Spirit-soaked;

All you need do is seek My face;
I’m much closer than your next breath;
You will always have My great grace,
It’ll carry you to Me by your own death.



Author's Note: This is a sequel to "The Lover", posted earlier here in this repertoire.

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