A Poem By Damaris Ann // 10/3/2017

Seek ye the Lord while He may be found
Call upon Him while He is near
Let the wicked forsake his way
The unrighteous man his thoughts
And let him return to the Lord
He will have mercy upon him
He will abundantly pardon

For my thoughts are not your thoughts
My ways are not your ways
As the heavens are higher than earth
My ways are higher than your ways
And My thoughts are higher than thine saith the Lord
My ways are higher than thine

For as the rain cometh down
And snow from the heavens
It returneth not thither but waters the earth
It makes the buds to spring and grow
And gives seed to the farmers
Furnishes the table with bread
So shall my word be that goes from My mouth
It shall not return to Me void
But it will accomplish that which I please
It shall prosper even as I sent it

Ye shall go out with joy
And shall be lead forth with peace
The mountains and hills will break forth into singing
The trees of the field will clap their hands
Instead of the thorn shall rise up the fir tree
And a myrtle in place of the briar
It shall be to the Lord for a name
A lasting sign that shall not be cut off


I was going to say, this

I was going to say, this sounds like Scripture, or an incredibly good imitation!! So finessed and elegant, Damaris!! The rhythm is excellent.

Sarah Bethany | Sat, 10/07/2017

Awwww Sarah, you made my

Awwww Sarah, you made my night! Thank you, dearheart.

Damaris Ann | Sat, 10/07/2017

I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.


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