He Feeds MeA Poem by Melinda McQueenHungry hearts, Empty souls. In a world of dark, The river overflows.
Life is a whirlwind Of treasured dreams. Through it all, God’s mercies never end,
Because of my disability, I need help in being fed. Who give their best.
I also have a greater need To be fed by the Holy Spirit indeed. For the Lord sets me free, He feeds me.
His grace nourishes, His mercy sustains. My hope flourishes, My soul saved.
I lift my eyes For I will never go hungry. I live my life Because He feeds me. © 2015 Melinda McQueenReviews
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StatsAuthorMelinda McQueenTXAboutHello, I'm Melinda from Texas. I am a published author. I'm in a chair with Cerebral Palsy and writing is my outlet. I have found deep pleasure in writing poetry. Writing helps me express my emotion.. more..Writing
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