Megan’s Offertory Poem by Richard Noggin

Megan’s Offertory

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God filled hands
Of a child
That perhaps
Knows more about God’s eternal grace
Then I have learned in twenty-three years
The notes played on that piano
Fill the House of the Lord
Like darkness fills the cool night air
My soul takes flight
And sores towards the unknown reality
That God controls the destiny of my poor wretched body
And as the music plays on
I am sure that God watches from His front row seat
With tears in His eyes

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Richard Noggin

Richard Noggin

Wilmington, North Carolina
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