TALE OF A MANCHILD

TALE OF A MANCHILD

A Poem by Bill Grimes Jr.

Ian is a “Wolf child”
The Cult
His ticket punched
Me
I am a man-child
Survived 51 years
Yet still a boy inside
Not seeking to hide
Enjoying the ride
Life is fascinating
So exhilarating
Constantly creating
My Lord has blessed me richly
No way do I deserve
Still grateful for my alms
Blessings
Complete submission
Vast discipleship
I nod my head in prayer
Sincere attempt and real humility
His gift of life is free
Even for a wicked wretch like me
My job is crystal clear
To share His grace so dear
Every day
Every way
And no one turned away
Spiritual day
Our Saviors blessed majesty
I see my sweet Lord
My soul is yours forever more
Thank you Father
For such joy and praises
Thy will shall always conquer
In your Holy Name

AMEN

© Bill Grimes Jr. 2011

 

© 2011 Bill Grimes Jr.


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Added on January 12, 2011
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Bill Grimes Jr.
Bill Grimes Jr.

Madison, AL



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