hemA Poem by Crystal Overmeyer-BirminghamMark 5:28
Weary and broken
from the bleeding of the world i reach out to touch your hem of grace I stretch finger tips yearning to steal just to taste mercy never thinking never dreaming to be showered with wet sloppy love poured out sprinkling my eyes now I see touching my hand now I feel you gathered me close and whisper "I am willing Be Clean" and now I shine.
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8 Reviews Added on September 15, 2015 Last Updated on September 15, 2015 AuthorCrystal Overmeyer-BirminghamAboutI am a poet by nature. Words just speak to me and color my world. I away think of poetry as painting with phases, just as vibrant and life giving as they are messy and complex. more..Writing
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