Stained glass window reflection,
it shines on the side of piano’s affection.
Like a painting on the side,
by the piano, I love to abide.
When the notes waft to the ceiling,
I feel God’s powerful healing.
Warm presence pours like sunshine,
embracing my skin and hope intertwines.
I hear the battle raging in the spiritual realms,
but I don’t cave to being overwhelmed.
Worshipping and declaring gratitude,
reminds me that we’re not here for platitudes.
We’re here to celebrate the finished work that the cross symbolizes,
Father above, our hearts, He prizes.
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Comments (4)
God is the Greatest! ❤
In your lines, I can feel that life is not merely a collection of ordinary experiences, but a celebration of God's infinite love and sacrifice. Truly wonderful work. ✨🤟🤝
Amen. This is beautiful ❤️the battle is raging, but it’s being won. We are unstoppable. 💙💚🩵
Yes indeed, Amen! Lovely poem.