LOVE LETTERS FROM MIISRAEL: FROM LIVING WITH THE BRIDE: Like an Old Man. . .

AND THESE ARE MY LOVE LETTERS:

January 04, 2008

I wrote:
About 5 years ago I was waiting in line at a public bus terminal to pick up free bus passes when an old gentleman came in crying because he had accidently left his medicine on a bus. He wanted to see if it had been turned in by someone. A blessing to him it was, and he stood right in front of about 60 people and danced a jig, a praise dance! He happily trotted his feet back and forth, as many eyes looked on him. Then, he pointed at me and said: "Look,... she knows what I'm talking about." He then danced away out the door saying....."Thank you Lord!..."Thank you Lord!". I remembered his praise, and his dance in this Love Letter. Will you praise God in thanks too?

My Lord:

You cried with me. My tears ran down my face, and when they dried there were white lines left on my cheeks. You took my tears away and made them white like jasper crystals. It's amazing they are no more tears, they are all jewels now.

I do a laughing cry. It is a praise, a joy! I dance and praise you like... an old... man who has found his medicine! Rejoicing in thanks because you cried with me.

I love you.
MIISRAEL
WINNIESPOETRY LOVE LETTERS From Living with the BrideJan2008Copyrighted.

{Based on a true event in my life.}