Donna Sue Poetry

AS HIS CHILD I WAS NOT LOST

Posted on by Donna Sue

As His Child

Outside the ice and snow blew hard,

As I lay warm in bed.

Harsh winter winds whipped bare tree limbs

Like music in my head.

Wrapped up in sheets I sat and peered

Through windows at the scene.

Lost in thoughts of Almighty God

And how small a child I seemed.

While winds whipped ‘round, my thoughts did too,

Of times I drowned in sin.

Then ice cold tears from pain and past

Slid slowly down my chin.

But a smile played there beneath my tears,

As His child I was not lost!

For God had given all His love

 And hadn’t count the cost.

Donna Sue Berry

 January 21, 2012


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