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Sensing HIM.

I'd often heard from preachers,

How one can FEEL His power,

The ways He can and will speak

Just at that NEEDED hour.


The day that HE did call me

Into His family, 

I felt His arms around me

As Love, it  LIFTED me. 


The speaker at our 'kids' church

An invitation given,

To stand during the next prayer,

To learn more of this 'Heaven'


I did not stand up purposely,

Instead, His arms,  I felt

Under my arms a-lifting,

Then to HIS power, knelt.


It's true, I too have "Heard" Him,

At lowest ebb, in mind,

"What will your parents think whene'er

Your lifeless body find?" 


Through written Word, He ALSO, 

To me did speak so clear 

Judges 6:23

At right time, was so dear.


Some surgery had been offered

Removing part of brain,

That from birth had been faulty

Caused seizures,- what a pain.


Unsure, least having some doubts,

My fears, they were all calmed,

When "Peace, do not fear, you won't die"

In my mind, since, embalmed.


To those who say that "God's dead,

A fiction in your mind,"

If they would TRY Him, they WOULD know

His loving care, and kind.






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