Faith as a Mustard Seed
Poetry Corner
In Secret
Wherever I go
Whatever I say
Someone is listening
Along the way.
On my walks
Or in my room
There are talks
In secret...
Where prayers
bloom.
Only One knows
All my tears.
Only One removes
My greatest fears.
In secret, my Father
Has heard me-
In the stillness
Where thoughts fly free.
No one but He
is able to see
Where we
Commune
So privately.
I enter my closet
Making the choice
To humbly wait
Upon His voice.
The door is shut
At His command
As He
Opens my mind
To understand.
This closet is secure
And forever mine
Secretly made
By Master design.
Matthew 6:6 But thou, when thou prayest,
enter into thy closet, and when thou hast
shut thy door, pray to thy Father which
is in secret; and thy Father which
seeth in secret shall
reward thee openly.
Julie Pisacane © 2017
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