Suddenly With The Blink Of An Eye
The sun was brilliantly shining.
It was a picture of a day,
when I stared outside my window
and watched my son at play.
The sun was brilliantly shining.
It was a picture of a day,
when I stared outside my window
and watched my son at play.
in Faith Poems
What are miracles, from where do they
come?
How do we trust what we can't see
or touch?
If I could create a picture book of
memories from the past,
every chapter a masterpiece
of unforgettable moments rehashed.