Monday, June 15, 2009

A poem called...

searching for Love
on the train to nowhere
passing station after station
just looking for Him
where might he be?
in a tree?
or maybe Hes a bee?..she thinks..
i'm sure He couldn't be
inside me....
oh how wrong she is
you’ll find Him
just where she thought.
not..he was found
inside her heart...that's where
He makes it pound
not for you and me
but for He, its all for He
and He is Je--sus