by B-Miles Jackson
God gathers those who sorrows,
God gathers those burdened,
God gathers those reproached by men.
God saves the afflicted,
The lame and poor of spirit.
I would have fainted had I not believed.
God gathers those driven,
God gathers those put to shame,
God gathers at the appointed time.
God appoints them to earth,
for simple joy, praise or fame;
At the appointed time he rejoices over you;
Quiet you with his love,
As he gathers you to himself.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Barbara B-Miles Jackson, born in 1948, grew up in Texas, studied poetry as a student in school. The poetry of other poets inspired me to go forward, changing myself when I could not change my situation. I one child and two grandchildren., Later needing a way of expression and focus, I turned to writing poems. Writing reminds me, we must travel through life situations with as much grace and dignity as possible., I started writing in 1995 for an Open Poetry Contest with National and International Library of Poetry. Most In the US and other in Europe.
Last updated April 19, 2015