Wind sways the weeping willow tree
And its seeds fall down upon me.
I shake my head from side to side,
But in my hair the seeds will hide.
I think about Life's precious truth,
My soul God's Love begins to soothe.
The Glory of His Wondrous Love
Is like a baseball catcher's glove.
The Glove is spread out on this earth
To capture souls that feel the worth
Of God's enduring, precious Love.
Inside that magical symbolic glove.
I hope someday that I will find
Some comfort for my troubled mind,
And then I'll climb into that Glove
And feel the safety of God's Love.
Dixie Barnes
Copyright ©2006 Dixie Marie Barnes
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