Gods Thoughts to Me
If we are unfaithful, He remains faithful, for He cannot deny who He is (2 Tim 2:13)
The Last Waltz
How do I write when all my mushy, swirling, nagging fibro thoughts; even my latest Diva tantrum, are stolen from my mind or vanishing like the morning mist into thin air.
I vouch for fairies being the culprits, for I smell fairy dust and I hear the twinkling of their bells
How can I paint a beautiful rainbow of tears when the last tear is spent on sorrow and not a little moisture left.
Will you dance the last waltz with me one day when we are old and my hair is grey. Will our hearts still be enthralled for a last time by the rhythm of the violins playing Beethoven’s 9th Symphony?
Will you still lovingly hold my hand for the last time when my Beloved comes to take me home. Please put my hands softly in His and walk a little way along.
Much love and sweet blessings xx
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