Posted in My thoughts, Poems

Joy

It isn’t about the humor in their words
Neither is it the lavishing of gifts upon.

I died to myself
And all that once satisfied

That I may know Him
And the story of me He authored

For the revelation of Jesus
Is the stirring of my joy

PneumaPoet

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I write because pens have superpowers to either change your perspectives or widen them.

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