The fruit of the Spirit is gentleness… Posted on October 30, 2008 by Chris Goan Resting close Breath misting me Sweet like new grass Shaped Around these bones You come And stay A while And me- I cry Like the small thing That I never stopped being This skin scraped sore From falling I know my need For you Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading... Related