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I'm there
In the kettle of tenderness the rain sweeps
Godâs Spirit flows and blessings heap
Oneâs heart now knows no sorrow.
In the rainbow of laughter angels dance
And move about in peaceful trance
Love never sways nor falters.
In the nursery of silence graces creep
To fill the heart of the one who seeks
For quiet restful waters.
In the arms of love divine and pure
Thereâs peace and joy; my lifeâs secure.
Iâm grazing in green pastures.
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Thanks Paul for the review.
Change "graces creep to fill" to "graces creek fills". "Creep" is just a creepy word and doesn't quite fit in with the poem. Some really great lines in this poem though.
By the way, the rest of the stuff is totally mine.
If you think you can turn around hundreds of years of negetive usage for the word creep then my hat is off to you.
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