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A gentle hand that saves a shattered ankle
A gentle hand that swerves from bright head lights
A gentle hand that protects a freshly painted old house
A gentle hand that has steadied a wobbly plank
A gentle hand that has shielded the falling ore
A gentle hand reunites a family
A gentle hand that has sheltered the fallen one
A gentle hand that has given me comfort
in my most painful, frightened moments.
A gentle hand that bestows forgiveness
A gentle hand that saves us all
A gentle hand that blesses my soul with faith
A gentle hand is my LORD
Rock's Rose/Erick W. Rantala/Nov09
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Dear God
Why, God?
Why am I afraid to tell people
Just how much you mean to me
Why God?
Can't I tell them,
"You are there for me?"
Am I ashamed?
Or am I just afraid?
I want you to give me courage
I want to tell people,
"God is for me"
Why are people so scary?
Perhaps because I have lost friends,
all because I said,
"I believe in the Word of God"
So who is my true friend?
Man or God?
God, you are my true friend
It was you,
who held me tight
Who healed me
and loved me unconditionally
Your friendship is everlasting
Therefore, I shall not be afraid
No longer
For I know who are my real friends
God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit
If people wish to leave me
for
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Jesus's Love
Jesus's Love is Merciful and Forgiving—be Merciful when people wrong you and hurt you; do not delay in offering your forgiveness.
Jesus's Love is Gentle and Kind—be Gentle and Polite and Peaceable, when people oppose you; be Gentle when you correct people who wrong you.
Jesus's Love is Patient and Understanding—be Patient with yourself, for human nature is weak and in God's time it will heal; be Patient and Understanding with all those who irritate you and go against you— be Patient enough to give them sufficient time for repentance; be Patient in difficult circumstances, trusting that God will uphold us and never a
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Why I Believe
The reason?
6 years ago, I had lost
hope, all parts of myself,
like a blank slate and complete mess at
the same time.
But it was He that reminded me
who I was.
6 years ago I stood
in my kitchen holding a knife
to my chest,
thinking that metal would be
my salvation
but He whispered to me,
“That is not what you’re here for.”
There were times where I couldn’t
even hear a whisper.
My doubts enveloped me with vicious vigor,
yet my downcast soul still held some light.
It was still willing to fight for what is right.
Little did I know that in my plight
God was already bringing me back to life,
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I am blessed by this poem remembering all the "events" to be thankful for that the "Gentle Hand" of the Lord has protected you. me . us~