Poem from the Holy Spirit

As I was praying in the Holy Spirit one morning for a precious lady who was sad because everyone else (her non-believing family members and relatives) was doing better in life than her, a poem came to me.

I hope that the words will bless you as much as they blessed her and me.

I hear your softest sigh, I bottle every one of your tears,

When you look down in despair,

See My hands still holding on to yours

When you look up for deliverance,

See My face smiling at you

My child, take a walk with Me in the garden

Take time to smell the red roses, I am the Rose of Sharon

Gazing at one brings more pleasure than gazing at the glitter of the world

Keep things simple, My ways are simple but powerful to deliver

Breathe in the fresh air, and know that I hold your breath in My hands

Take a walk with Me, pour out your heart to Me

I will listen and will not condemn, a smoking flax I will not quench

Be like a little child, trust Daddy, let go, play, laugh, dance

You will find a peace and a fulfillment the world cannot offer

Worth, more than gold and silver, which billionaires cannot afford

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