Shame

I can’t say your name

I can’t look at you

I can’t talk to you

When you’re not looking, I can talk

If I feel I am all alone, yet know your there, I am fine.

Romans 8:39 neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

Lord, hear our prayer. When we feel like a filthy rag, remind us who we are. We are your beloved. Not condemned, but redeemed, and made new. What JOY that brings our heart, soul and mind! Happy Easter…

Jeannelizabeth©

Poetry

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