Jesus is my home of the soul.
He makes me feel whole.
When I feel torn inside,
a healing warmth arises.
Prayer is music to my soul.
It reminds my heart not to be cold.
My mind can’t quite comprehend
the entire feelings to be told.
Thank you, Jesus, for being my savior.
It modifies my behavior.
My wish is that I can save one soul
with this small poem that I write.
Jesus is my home of the soul.
MY COLLECTION OF POEMS: THE CHILL TURNED WARM IS AT http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00PB62T0C/
