Tag: poem

• “Yet Will I Praise Him”

  

  Empty arms with tearsGod is good through longing yearsGood though “no” be all we hear“Yet will I praise Him” Tiny body shakesCraving mother feels heart breakSin’s effect now suff’ring makes“Yet will I praise Him” Dust clouds fill the skyThirsty fields wither, dieEarth, once fertile, now blows by“Yet will I praise Him” Hint of rising sunMorning…

  Jonelle

  January 27, 2023

  poetry

  drought, faith, grief, poem, praise, trials, trust