The kingdom where I've come
Is under fire
The place where I've been planted
Is in a war
So, Lord, please
Stretch me over this kingdom
When rain drops fall
Bend me into a solid wall
Too tall to climb
Thicken my skin to bare
Each arrow
Strengthen my walk so
I may lead
When it feels I'm called to Ninevah
Lord, keep my gaze upon the innocents
Keep whispering in my
Upturned, waiting ear
"Thou art come to the kingdom
Just for this"
Comments
Thank you!
Thank you!
A poem begins as a lump in the thoat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness -Robert Frost
Emilee @ http://fantasticalpaperrealm.blogspot.com/
This is so beautiful!!
This is so beautiful!!
I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.
:)
What an uplifting poem! Thanks for sharing.
Hope to read more from you in the future :)
Goodbye? Oh no, please. Can’t we just go back to page one and start all over again?” – Winnie The Pooh