SABBATHA Poem by POEWHITRemember the Sabbath day
One day, last of the week.
Rest we do, a Holy God to seek. Our ways become not our own. That day belongs to God and home. Thoughts become a worship song. Labors end, to hallow our wrongs. Jesus went to the temple prayer. The Apostles followed Jesus, in his cares. 8/30/2010 POEWHIT JESUS SAVES © 2012 POEWHIT |
AuthorPOEWHITNew York City, NYAboutBeen writing since the Viet Nam war. Write poetry online. Have three chap books and two short books self published. more..Writing
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