I hear a whisper, though it’s odd,
That calls me to the place of God.
The settled Christian in his seat
Asking God to rub his feet.
I hear a whimper closer yet,
That makes my prodded heart to fret.
The humble Christian on his knees
Begging God to meet his needs.
I hear a cry that fills the place,
The zealous Christian on his face.
“Lord, let me to the nations tell;
You can save their souls from hell."
-Erin Leathley, 2021
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Love it! And the date is shocking! I thought it might be from 1821 because of the depth.
Just so there is no confusion, I am trying to compliment the style.
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I will pass that along. It surely enraptured my vision when I found it.
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Great poem by Erin Leathley.
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