Hello fam!
This week was a sick week. So we were quarantined. Fun. But I'm going to share a poem I wrote. I'm not a fan of doing this because sharing my writing makes me self-conscious but it has some ideas I wanted to share with y'all.
Where a red, orange painted sky
Leaves land, lost, barren, n' dry
Is where I said my goodbye.
My family came and sat perched
in my small, old, home-town church
set-apart to begin my search
A search for Heavenly kin
To gift, gath'r, and bring them in
under the wings of The Hen
I was left in my Lord's hands
As I stepped on external sands
Waiting trials in that land
Foreign words trapped on my tongue
Gentle sobs they filled my lung
My ears, with self-doubt, rung.
To Him I cried with my might
My soul enveloped in liquid light
I can not give up the fight
To the Heaven's I look toward
As I recall my dear Lord
Who triumph'd sin with no sword
Unfathom'ble the chain
Unfathom'ble His pain
to my finite mind and brain.
Our Savior, Lord, God and King
in the Garden, hope did bring
because of Him death lost it's sting
There my Savior wiped my tears
There my Savior fought my fears
The Heaven's rang with out cheers
So, I will represent He,
Who FIRST represented me
in the Garden of Gethsemane
In his vin'yard I now labor
Each moment I do savor
As I love and serve my neighbor
On occasion my mind doth roam
heart and soul do long for home
And I do feel all alone
But I remember He who saves
Steady as the ocean's waves
My path, I know, He always paves.
I will finish this for He
in whom FIRST finished for me
His mission on Calvary
Grateful for my Savior.
And for y'all.
See y'all in a hot second.
Con amor,
Hermana Nygren
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