The Creator sits on the mighty throne,
Looking over me.
Unlike a painter would trash an imperfect painting,
This Creator refurbishes my soul daily.
I made a pact to keep my gaze on His face alone,
and not on His golden palms.
Not only does He give me comfort like a father would,
He offers me a relationship than none could.
So off we go on the path to His kingdom.
With my gaze heavy on His face, I lost focus on the road. He reached out His hand to hold mine.
Guidance.
Faith.
Trust.
And Love exchanged in a single touch.
Written by Me,
with the Inspiration from God,
and my walk with him.
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Christian Poetry
PoetryA compilation of Poetry to uplift your spirit, and teach you more about the nature of God
