Poetry comes from the heart.

It comes from deep inside.

It comes from the secret place,

The shadow of God in which we hide.

It comes from love,

It comes from praise.

It comes from Him.

The Ancient of days.

It’s a gift of love,

And a gift to share.

A gift to bless,

And a gift of prayer.

Poetry in motion,

Ballet or song…

His love is everlasting, strong.

I write poetry for the Lord.

i give glory to Him.

I pray my poetry blesses you.

If you are reading them.

Rebecca Jones


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