Art Soul

      By: Rachel Wrathall

I am an artist

to the heart.

And thus I list,

I’ll never part.

 

From molding clay

Into a bowl,

To painting a sun ray,

or a human soul,

 

I’ll never leave you

beautiful arts.

Myself be new

with improving smarts.

 

I few years ago

I could never draw.

Now I could never let go,

My new eyes see less flaw.

 

But still today I quake

Because the mounting tasks can sting,

But I know just what’s at stake,

If I don’t let my soul out to sing.

My Jesus in Leu

By Rachel Wrathall

 

My life is a blur

And to be honest I’m sure

I’m a real big mess,

I stress.

 

At the same time I’m comforted,

there’s someone watching over me.

In Heaven I’m not shorted,

If I just would bend a knee.

 

Before, in the past

When I wasn’t having a blast,

I’d cry in the night

Over my plight.

 

The angels overhead,

Have slowly strengthened me.

And my husband sleeping in bed

Surely for or me, did pray a plea.

 

Angels, thank you,

My Jesus suffering in leu.

My yet children from above

You are, to me, a dove.

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