We remember how you put palms in our hands, palms in our open ,naked hands. Hands that once tapped tapped keep tapping on wood and on flesh. Before these ritual cleansings and gloves ond trash Palms in our hands, hands that once lifted , opened drifted and dropped. We consider all our sins like deadly… Continue reading Palms Sunday
Tag: Christian Poetry
#praying
Could heaven on earth be right now held at bay As the devil sends dirt into these empty jars of clay? As keys and fingers agree “i’ll pray, Prayin, #Pray But souls of our flesh cannot bend knee to obey ! Are there not angels and saints reviewing this score? Can’t someone see clear through… Continue reading #praying
The Cup Within
I worked so hard to wash this cup This vessel The Father might use I worked to make it right and clean Readying it to go receive and glean Full , I wrote and rote all your Word So my lips might pour out all I heard And all my doing might put me in… Continue reading The Cup Within