GOD HEARS WHEN WE CALL
A misty morning no sun for this day
No ray of light so dull and gray
My feet stumble , where will I fall?
But I know God will hear when I call
The way is long the hills so very steep
Roads with dust makes the eye to weep
I sway from side to side, how will I fall?
But I know God will hear when I call
The path so narrow the forest so dense
Branches whip the face nerves to tense
I’m loosing my grip, am I about to fall?
But I know God will hear when I call
The sky is kissed with streaks of lightening
Thunder claps its hands loud and frightening
My heart filled with fear I ask, did I fall?
But I know God will hear when I call
(This was a poem I wrote when I was experiencing so many situations and sometimes doubting that God could hear me call, I had to remind myself no matter where I was He was there with me)
A misty morning no sun for this day
No ray of light so dull and gray
My feet stumble , where will I fall?
But I know God will hear when I call
The way is long the hills so very steep
Roads with dust makes the eye to weep
I sway from side to side, how will I fall?
But I know God will hear when I call
The path so narrow the forest so dense
Branches whip the face nerves to tense
I’m loosing my grip, am I about to fall?
But I know God will hear when I call
The sky is kissed with streaks of lightening
Thunder claps its hands loud and frightening
My heart filled with fear I ask, did I fall?
But I know God will hear when I call
(This was a poem I wrote when I was experiencing so many situations and sometimes doubting that God could hear me call, I had to remind myself no matter where I was He was there with me)