A little word with so much meaning, What does it call forth? Pining A place beckoning on, Where I can find rest, On the hearth where I sit down. But there is something specific, Missing…
A little word with so much meaning, What does it call forth? Pining A place beckoning on, Where I can find rest, On the hearth where I sit down. But there is something specific, Missing…
A Poem by Jacinta Wick –
I am. I was. I will be
Only one can…
Sharing suffering
Joy exceeding
Ever nearing
Always purifying
Never leaving
I AM is Lord.