Dear Susan Lenzkes
Dear Susan,
I call you by your first name. A sign of liberty that I have taken of considering you a friend.
I met you many years ago, through your poem on the inside tattered cover of a dog-eared, hands-me-down devotional. It touched me, stirring my new found faith in Jesus and gave me a simple understanding of how God speaks.I memorized the poem then, and now, twenty five years later, type it here from memory.
"When a message from God, could clear the confusion,
He could write on the wall, or give an illusion,
But the writing that's there, is clear to be seen,
Its a simple crayon drawing, I've yet got to clean.
Lord, help me believe, that I wont be receiving,
a miraculous sign, wrought by believing,
When each day I see and yet don't apply,
Your simple message looking me, straight in the eye."
While my search for more of your poems will continue, I just wanted to thank you today.Thank you for penning your poems so they are a blessing to unknown friends like me.
I call you by your first name. A sign of liberty that I have taken of considering you a friend.
I met you many years ago, through your poem on the inside tattered cover of a dog-eared, hands-me-down devotional. It touched me, stirring my new found faith in Jesus and gave me a simple understanding of how God speaks.I memorized the poem then, and now, twenty five years later, type it here from memory.
"When a message from God, could clear the confusion,
He could write on the wall, or give an illusion,
But the writing that's there, is clear to be seen,
Its a simple crayon drawing, I've yet got to clean.
Lord, help me believe, that I wont be receiving,
a miraculous sign, wrought by believing,
When each day I see and yet don't apply,
Your simple message looking me, straight in the eye."
While my search for more of your poems will continue, I just wanted to thank you today.Thank you for penning your poems so they are a blessing to unknown friends like me.
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