Looking back over my life, I've always felt like I was being held......
surrounded by Something that as a little girl I couldn't explain.
Recently, I was going through some old files and came across this poem that I wrote when I was 12 years old that had been completely forgotten about.....
at least by me.
That "Something" that couldn't be understood as a young child was actually Some ONE.....
it was our precious Jesus!
Wonders
I’m sure that all
of you have heard,
The softly singing
of a bird.
And saw it fly
through the air,
Without a sigh,
without a care.
We see the green
laden trees,
As they sway in the
breeze.
We hear the water
as it flows,
On, and on, and on
it goes.
Who made the things
we see and hear?
The One above who
is so dear.
God made the things
that we see.
He made them for
you,
He made them for
me.
Debbie Wiles
Huffaker
July 5, 1967
( Read the article written by Erin Leigh by clicking here
and see just how us girls are mighty warriors because of HIM)
Breathing in (and being held by) Grace,
What a wonderful poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Ms. Karen. I wrote that almost 48 years ago....wow! I'm getting to be an old(er) woman!
DeleteOh my Deb! I love your poem and it is so sweet! Thank you for sharing! Hugs and blessings, Cindy
ReplyDeleteThanks, Friend!
DeleteWhat a sweet poem, I love it! Remarkable words from a little girl. I can see now why you grew into a remarkable woman! ((hugs))
ReplyDeleteWhat precious words, Ms. Mary. Thank you so much.
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