Days of long ago
I lived for only myself,
my pleasure, my satisfaction.
I gave heed to little,
Then came terrible days;
days of horror; despair.
Days of unimaginable pain,
no hope, no faith,
Then I saw the stars overhead,
The trees around me;
Creation witnessed to me,
The Creator called,
My sin became real,
So, too, the love of Christ for me.
@Wayne Augden 2012
Lovely poetry… straight from the heart!
Thank you for the nice comment, and for stopping by. 🙂
I so enjoy reading your thoughts Wayne.
Thank you for sharing your heart.
God uses the healed to heal others.
Thank you Deborah. Such a nice thing to say. 🙂