The Knitting Poet©

Lord who am I without you? Just a whisper on the wind a broken piece of timber a rolling stone no use at all You fill my heart my soul my mind strangely usefull once again a soul that calls your name a might oak Branches raised to praise your name a mountain that must be climbed so I can touch your HOLY FACE no description webster has for what my heart desires stand before all nations and sing of your marvelous grace If only I a whipper whill whom one stops to listen still they will hear and know in brief that you are God and you alone can save a heart Jehovova Rohi save thier Souls Sasa Smith © October 4, 2007

As I told you before this blog is not just about knitting or poetry...it's about a knitted UFO (unfinished object). I am going to call this God's unfinished object. I notice that I have readers on this blog, yet no commenters...which is ok. I'm going to talk a little about myself today. The Bible says we come into this world as sinners. Hard to believe. Tiny little bundles of joy...sinners? Soon that bundle of joy will learn to say no, when told not to do something that could be harmful to them, it will learn to lie, say mean things, hurt other people, and when they enter school...well, if you have children you already know. By the time they become teenagers and think they have the world in the palm of thier hand, parents are idiots, and of course God must have blessed them with some sort of special intelligence....and yes they rebel against all the things that remind them of thier parents, many times including God. So are we all sinners? If you've ever lied, stolen so...