The Closet becomes my TEMPLE.......

where hides me from all people !

In there pour out the depths of the inner soul.....

even tho' know the Words of the Bible.....

the heart is expressing ,when in life can't cope...

as am just a woman, bent down due to a heavy load...

needing someone to re-light the candle, by words spoke.

As ask many times, GOD ...do YOU hear my cries...

knowing that the Comforter inwardly abides...

fully knowing what says the Bible; the role of being a wife....

yet expressions are just a part of this life.

Have often felt guilty, because of who I am....

but am driven to pick up the pen......

exposing too much of self.....as a woman.

This one is so in Love with the Jesus, that set me free....

'n have a deep passion for the Old Testament History,

the endless words of awesome poetry, so alive unto me....

'n in poems, refer to them endlessly..... in writing.

From the beginning .....up to the ending of the Bible....

is as a Shadow, the weaving, as a threaded needle thru the cloth...

the Lord Jesus, can be seen thru it all, even before the Gospel !

As a woman with child, feels the life , before giving birth....

in this mind, the Old 'n New.....is as a Complete picture....

express often in poems of awaiting the Lord's return.......

as well as of mountains.....'n deserts.

Am aware of Paul's writings, that are as a applied branding iron in the heart....

being a woman, he says I am an a heir, am an equal in the Lord.

It is because of the Bible......even have words to express....

because have experienced the pain of hopelessness.....

so desire to reach out to such .

But, never want to be guilty of misleading any in words expressed.....

only want to be a vessel used by my Jesus

Poems By Connie Bartlett

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