POEM OF THE DAY
November 21
I am wrapped up in a good book,
a golden testament to the Author’s genius.
I am Her pupil,
She opens my eyes to Who I Am.
I am swaddled in Her Words, soft-covered
I am reborn in Her wandering river,
going home,
where my innate Word’s reside.
I am wrapped up in a good book,
a golden testament to the Author’s genius.
I am Her pupil,
She opens my eyes to Who I Am.
I am swaddled in Her Words, soft-covered
I am reborn in Her wandering river,
going home,
where my innate Word’s reside.