Hi All, I was going to write “what I did on holiday’ but someone shared with me a poem that they had recently written and I thought it was so good I decided to not bore you with my stuff and instead share this other persons poem. Hope you enjoy and be challenged by it as much as I have been… -Kevin
Lay down on the gurney son, the knife is true I promise But hear a word of warning, He’s a surgeon, no anaesthetist. Despite the rising falling waves, Crack the cage and sternum! a stone heart needs replacing to beat to heaven’s cadence.
On waking and in mending,
grace and peace to you she said
the thorn stung like the stormy wind
But settle heart! And rest your head.
Oh heaven rolling over seas,
the white capped surface, often rough
Yet God the Son says constantly My grace is enough.