Monday, April 24, 2017

On Faith

I believe
in what I can't touch,
can't see, strain to hear
and when I read God's word
I know that it isn't transcribed
word for word
It doesn't matter if everything
happened the way it's written
I still believe in those stories
I shout to Aaron's sons
be careful with that fire,
it won't go well
I walk with Ruth
I watch Jesus feed the
hoards of people and I know
that there is bread enough for me

April PAD Challenge
Write a poem about faith


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