GENTLE TOUCH
GENTLE TOUCH Leaning back looking up into sky of blue, Slowly drifting clouds adorn my lovely view, The breeze gently stirring the leaves on the tree, My heart and mind captured in this tranquil peace, The softness of the wind touches upon my face, It feels just like my Fathers’ touch of grace, How it caresses my spirit and gently touches my soul, though broken before my eyes opened now I am whole Sign in to see full entry.