How very good yet slightly strange, <br />that a mind bearing a burden, <br />When thirsting for reprieve and change, <br />lets God's will get a word in. <br /> <br />Then, while the storm wrecks and rages, <br />when perfect peace is hard to find; <br />When trapped thoughts wince in deep, dark cages, <br />Words start dancing in that mind. <br /> <br />Tumbling, they spring forth with feeling, <br />sprinkled with wry wit that gleams <br />with laughter and true inner healing, <br />blessed with heaven's light, it seems. <br /> <br />Who weaves these words and lets them grow? <br />Who fills them with musical flow? <br />Who shines them till they gleam and glow? <br />Who turns their meaning, sweet and slow? <br /> <br />He who writes our real life stories, <br />He whose will chooses the plot; <br />He whose endings blaze in glories, <br />He whose word is ever sought. <br /> <br />With hope tucked deep in every line, <br />Thank Heaven's for the Word Divine!<br /><br />Roann Mendriq<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/healing-words-2/
