I will listen to you, Lord God, because you promise peace to those who are faithful and no longer foolish. – Psalm 85:8
Shadows grip our hearts and minds,
soaking in the anxious deep.
Still, we seek true Love that binds,
steadfast Peace that’s ours to keep.
Here on earth, our flesh does roam,
hanging on to foolish youth.
Heaven waits to bring us home,
healing us with greater Truth.
Eternal love meets our souls,
ending doubts where mercy sows.
Echoing the ancient scrolls,
even now God’s love still grows.
Testing builds our faith; in time,
taming fears until they’re weak.
Turning lovely like a rhyme,
‘till our spirit hears God speak.
Poetry type: Trolaan
Prompt: dVerse
Morning Star Poetry 