My Hunt To Let Jesus In
He is always there for us.
I went to church wearing jeans, a t-shirt.
On my face were scars, a little dirt.
There were talks given. I did not hear.
I looked at nobody, felt no cheer.
I did not eat any broken bread
Or believe Jesus's blood was shed.
There was no warm smile upon my face.
I felt alone, unloved, out of place.
I went outside, was stopped in my tracks.
Two men knew there was knowledge I lacked.
They wore suits and ties, did not judge me,
Wanted me to choose to be happy.
They taught me at my house the next week.
I felt some peace when I heard them speak.
They hoped my burdens would go away,
Wanted me to read scriptures, then pray..
When they told me Jesus died for me,
I soon acquired a testimony.
My hunt for Jesus was a success.
I will follow HIM and do my best.
About the Creator
Darla M Seely
I am 58 years old. I love to write poems, crochet, take photos, and make scrapbooks. I write poems about Jesus, love, friendship, how to improve, forgiveness, my cat, holidays. I enjoy making afghans for friends, family, taking photos
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This is quite lovely, Darla, and one of the best hunts a man can participate in!