Of Giving God The Awl

I felt the pain within my hands
Into my bones and back
Sought new touch of warmth and light
What pressures could not fight

Leaking through the barricades
Cracks in musty halls
A light brigade of white on white
Bore up its’ swollen walls

A yearning for the freedom trail
Exposed, the weakened stalls
The favor of the chides returned
Of giving God the awl

Prayers to God, to set and mend
The patches held for years
Persistent songs of love and hope
That soften, through the tears

A perfect time a perfect place
The miracle of God’s will
The call of His ever present love
Met with Jesus, peace be healed

Kelly S Griswold

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