Though a thousand thousand waterfalls
Cascading eons without end
Should pour out their liquid praise to God –
Though the earth’s mighty oceans, roaring,
Should cry out joyfully to Him –
Shimmering in nature’s dance
Should lift leafy arms to worship their Creator –
Though the birds on every continent and isle
Should join in one grand symphony of adoration –
These could never satisfy my Father’s heart
Like one grateful leper–cleansed
Returning humbly to say “Thank you.”
*A.H.L stands for Aretta H. Loving, composer of this poem; but it also stands for A Healed Leper, a name I claim with thanksgiving to Jesus who cleansed and continues to cleanse me from the leprosy of sin.
wow...that was surprising to see
ReplyDeletea link to my blog, etc ....
You made me smile. Wish I could tell
Arreta! She was someone full of stories and wisdom. I could have stood there all afternoon to listen to her. We both have grey hair so that wasn't quite it. Special time
intersecting in a nook and cranny of
grocery shopping!
Bonnie