No one whispers to you
what they whisper about you
to others

Though they might
taunt and tease

And while there may be
truth in the taunting
it’s never the whole truth

Only God knows
the whole truth
your whole heart
the pain in the depths
of your tortured soul

And He whispers to you
You are my beloved
What they say
doesn’t matter to Me
Don’t let it define you

I am a Jesus Freak, and I don't care who knows it. I am a wife, mother, sister, aunt, daughter, and friend. My blood family is only part of the larger family of Christ that I belong to. I love to write, especially about my dear Savior.


2 Responses

  1. So, I’m curious, dear Linda about what someone has said or presumably said behind your back!
    More frequent, methinks, than forthrightness in an age that seems to value being PC above all.
    Speaking of PC–I have a hard time with marking the stars after any given poem you have written. Who the heck am I to grade you like that on a poem?!?!
    I could say what I most liked; in private I might ask why this or that….but I can’t bring myself to grade you–certainly not in public.
    That said, I think your writing just keeps getting better.
    Keep going!
    Yo sista.


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