Things are not the same
I looked into His loving eyes
Heard Him call my name.

I felt the peace of Jesus
In sweetness, I did dwell
Serenity, all around me
Draped just like a veil.

I saw the light of Jesus
It burned upon His face
When storms raged all about me
He sheltered me with grace.

I touched the hand of Jesus
And things are not the same
I looked into His loving eyes
And heard Him call my name.

2003 Marilyn Ferguson
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Echoes of the Heart

The Writer's Pen

Each week we will be presenting a new

offering of literary talent. If you have

an article, poem or devotional you would like

to submit, please email it to me, and I

will give it prayerful consideration.

This section will be updated weekly, so

check back to see the new additions!

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