Capriciousness

Jul 08, 2016

Capriciousness

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Capriciousness

Foxes had holes, and birds had their nest;

But Christ was grateful wherever He’d rest.

This was, quite often, some grassy knoll bed

With no pillow to rest His weary head.

Tranquility’s peace would always be His,

In spite of the burden and endless needs,

From confused people, the lost, and diseased.

He baptized, comforted, taught and He healed

He’d listen to all; man, woman and child.

Cries for forgiveness, entreated requests,

For His healing, His touch and later…

His death.

One Comment

  1. Lynn Severance Says: July 10, 2016 12:52 pm

    Treena’s poem reminds me to feel grateful for the Lord’s beckoning me to sit with Him and be at rest in his Presence.

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