Washing Over MeA Poem by Im His Daughter
Forgiveness comes like a tidal wave
My dry bone valley's being washed away. Washing over me. Your rain flowing down Quenching my soul. Washing over me Life being returned Raising a holy sound. Washing over me. Holy is your name Dry bones reviving. Washing over me. Breath being returned My soul being quenched Washing over me. Dry bones breathing love Singing the name of Jesus as he's, Washing over me Life is returned to me My bone dry valley's being healed. Washing over me. The God who loves Holy is your name, come, Washing over me The God who loves. Is washing over me. The God who loves. Is washing over me. © 2024 Im His DaughterAuthor's Note
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Im His DaughterCanadaAbout(Sorry I don't read stories, chapters or books. I am not a critic either, I will only read poems. When I comment, I comment only on how it makes me feel. Promise no criticism here unless maybe a word .. more..Writing
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