God Haunts Those Tracts, Worked Over Poem by james watkin

God Haunts Those Tracts, Worked Over



God haunts those tracts, worked over
With praying's implement.
Hands that sow coming blessings.
Hearts that reap contentment.

Mercy's shadow what follows.
It is that, down-pouring
On what bears goodness, a life
For another's savouring.

Wednesday, July 10, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: prayer
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james watkin

james watkin

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