Sunday, March 10, 2024

Poetry: My IV


Dear Lord, your Word gives me such joy
And causes my spirit to soar.
It’s hard to explain,
But those who eat it daily
Know that exhilaration from pain.

Like an infusion or injection of jet fuel,
I am made to feel like
Anything is possible.
I can soar above
Problems, offenses and lack.

Dear Lord, your Word is my IV.
I’m on it every day,
All day, throughout the day.
I’m hooked up,
And I live!


(c)Sandra Johnson/Draw Nigh To Hope

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