The Past

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Post No. 919

The Past

 

The past keeps pace with the present

A moving shadow walking in our shoes

Echoing who we were

Molding us into who we are

Tap, tap, tap in stiletto heels

Clomp, clomp, clomp in brogues

There’s no escaping history

Just how is a mystery, but

The past lies waiting at the gate

 

 

Copyright Denise G Allen, 6 April 2016 10:30

Unworthy

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I found myself face down, prostrate
Upon the rough and stony ground
While all around the air was bright
With multi-coloured shining light.

I hid myself in shame from Him
Who understood and called my name,
A sinner with myself to blame.

He raised me up from where I lay
And filled me with His holy love ~
I felt His warmth surrounding me
And His compassion condoning me.

Take me, O Lord, for I am yours,
Remove my scars and heal my sores.
And be my God for ever more.

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©Denise G Allen, Monday, 17 February 2014 01:04

TEARS

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Tears I wept for broken dreams

A dove with broken wings

Raised in captivity

Treated with brutality

No escape for naivety

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Let it be a learning curve

Tis the least that I deserve

Add it to experience

I nurse no grievances

It is of no consequence

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©DGA 22 October 2011 13:22