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Dorothy M Rowatt: Posted on Wednesday, January 25, 2012 11:53 PM
I would like to dedicate my poem to all Light Workers:
THE LIGHT WORKER'S WAY
Our roads entwine,
We make our way.
We wait upon
The breaking day
For His work, not yours,
Or mine.
We must only wait
To see
The reason for life's
Destiny.
But no one walks the road
Alone;
For His hand, yours and mine
Will lead us to where we
Belong.
Just wait awhile and
You'll see the gifts.
For if your eyes will seek,
They'll surely find
A wanderer
Who needs your help
And mine.
By Dorothy Rowatt (2004)
Copyright © Dorothy M Rowatt
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Dorothy M Rowatt: Posted on Wednesday, January 25, 2012 11:04 AM
THE WHISPERING WOODLANDS
By Dorothy M Rowatt (2003)
The whispering woodlands Awoke Love in me. Whoever said It could never be?
Those rays which reach My heart and subside Can comfort the thoughts Of all But those who hide
From the One who walks In Heavenly places, And awaits on all To show His graces.
No bounds are known To He who faces The ruler of the earth And all his disgraces.
Walk on, Son of the One Who is Great, And allow the work Never to abate.
For the day draws near When all will see The sorrowful face Of their own destiny.
But some will see And feel and know That Love can grow Wherever He may go.
So, come Destiny Do not delay. The force of Christ Must make its way.
Copyright © Dorothy M Rowatt
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