The Softest Of White Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

THE SOFTEST OF WHITE

The color of me, is the softest of white
Floating in the bluest of sky
And everywhere below I will see
With the sight of an Eagle's eye.

Wrapped in pure love of the Father above
As pure as the angels on High
Living in softness of a pure white cloud
Just here to ask you all why?

Why of the darkness that surrounds this Earth,
Why of the Hate and the Ire.
Why do the children He sent here from above
Jump into the Pits and the Fire?

When all that He asks, is believe on Him,
Wrap yourself in that color so pure;
And blessings He'll spill out onto you
If your Faith will only endure.


Author: Carolyn Ford Witt



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