The gentle shepherd holds my hand
to lead to water’s edge.
“Just drink the sweetness by my plan.
Your best is my true pledge.”
The days of sweetness often seem
to melt in midday’s heat.
I look for hope on every beam,
that peace might soon repeat.
“Please, Father, help me for they burn,
these challenges each day.
“You promised, that you’d help me learn,
if I would just obey,…”
“…But roiling heat tempts me to lose
my trust in your great Word.
“The smelter’s pot is what you choose,
while hope is yet deferred.”
“Just trust me, Child. The good day comes
in your forever Peace.
“The precious gem is made by sums
of heat and sweet release.”
“Yes, Lord, you know the best for me.
I stand on what you’ve said.
“You rose one day to Savior be,
alive, Who once was dead.”
“I love you, Child. You’re in my hand.
I keep you every day.
“Forever in my Home so grand.
My bride on grand display.”
by Jay O’Toole
on April 8th, 2019
Poems About Jesus 