THE FLESHLY HEART.....THE TEMPLE....

THY LAWS ENGRAFTED IN THE QUICKENED SOUL,

NEED THY HAND TO DIRECT IN WHICH WAY TO GO.

TOUCH THE SHOULDER, OR WHISPER IN THE EARS....

THEY ARE MARKED...SO SURELY WILL HEAR.

HAVE TURNED A WRONG TURN BACK SOMEWHERE,'N KNEW NOT....

NEED TO BE DIRECTED BACK BY THE MOVING CLOUDS...

WHERE CAN SEE ONCE AGAIN THE HAND OF MIGHTY GOD.

O' FATHER, HAVE SEEN WHAT THY MERCY IS TRULY ALL ABOUT,

ENDLESSLY...IT HAS BEEN POURED OUT....

SO MUCH SO THAT COULD DROWN.

ENDLESS BRIDGES HAVE CROSSED....WATERS HAVE TREAD....

NO MANNA OR DRINK....OR BY A SENT RAVEN FED....

YET KNEW OF THE AWAITING ARMS THAT DOES WELCOME BACK,

O' THY EMBRACING ONES RETURNING FROM A DESOLATE LAND.

BECAUSE OF THY LOVE......THE CRIES THOU DID NOT IGNORE....

THE HEART WILL SING......OF THY FAITHFULNESS EVER MORE !

Poems By Connie Bartlett

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