The Whispering Word.
I am a whisper as you pass me by.
Though the words I speak echo through time.
If we met you’d turn away.
Unless you too carry Him that way.
Upon a common thread we’d chat.
And sit the curb where people spat.
Not caring what our bodies share.
It’s He who’s word has brought us here.
By His Grace.
Wow!!
~L
March 6, 2011 at 10:56 pm