Something felt and
something done.
An action filled emotion.
Understood
by not a one.
Something that was broken.
Something
to fill its cracks.
Something that’s so human
yet everybody lacks.
Something that is given,
flowing free
from Calvary.
Something overlooked
by lost humanity.
Hell is something’s absence,
a solitude of soul.
Hell on earth
refuses
to give something control.
Something
beyond our passions.
It pushes past our fear.
Something so elusive,
yet need is crystal clear.
Something that lingers,
still present
on our world.
Something that is woven,
into every atom curled.
Something is a someone.
He set the world
to spin.
Yet He made my soul,
To him, I am akin.
Someone who is calling,
wooing
humankind.
Back into arms
that are with something lined.
©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef

Excellent! Pretty all encompassing view.
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1 John 4:7 – 21
Acts 17:28
My inspiration.
I have several fruit of the spirit poems publishing in the next few weeks as well.
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Awesome!!
She’s been studying 🙌🤜
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🤓 Always.
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Looking forward to your other poems, nerd. 😁
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Absolutely beautiful!
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Thank you Carol. I hope you are well today!
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I love this!
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Thank you Jason. It came about from thinking on the fruits of the spirit and how they tie into what God says about himself.
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