Assigned, those destined by purpose's decree,
Bound by duty, a sacred decree.
Attached, seekers drawn by needs untold,
Yet Jesus served both, his compassion manifold.
In life's dance, two souls emerge,
Assigned and attached, a delicate surge.
Jesus, a servant to both, divine embrace,
Healing virtue flowed in each tender trace.
Gethsemane's shadows, a weight profound,
Yet, to the cross, his purpose unwound.
For those assigned and attached, love's call,
In sacrifice, he gave, embracing all.
A prayer whispers in the quiet breeze,
Pick up your cross, beneath life's trees.
Seek the anointing, a daily shower,
In drained moments, turn to God's power.
This blog contains simple, thought provoking and deeply reflective poetry written by American poet, Doris Trueheart. Here is a large expanse of her poems covering a myriad of topics reflecting her heart.
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