dVerse is asking bloggers to walk around our house and look at all the things hanging there: on walls, in closets, on your refrigerator door, etc. Pick something that “speaks to you” and use that as the basis for today’s poem. Do take a photo of it if you can, and post the photo too. Perhaps your poem will describe the object, or share a memory about the object, or let us know why the object is important to you; or why it’s hanging there. Any form of a poem is fine; serious or fun or reflective. The key is, we want to hang out with you today and learn about something hanging where you live!
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Every time I hear the word “Hanging”, it brings back a memory of me, standing there in kindergarten with the other children and reciting this poem. It had great meaning for me, then as a small child, but today the meaning is even greater. For certainly I have been a very naughty child of God in the past 78 years of my life. Although this is not my poem, composed by me, the author, I believe, is anonymous.
Jesus hanging on the cross,
Tell me was it I?
There are great big teardrops, Lord,
Did I make you cry?
I have been a naughty child
Naughty as can be.
Now I am so sorry Lord;
Please come down to pardon me!
Image of my home walls as seen below:
I Believe, BECAUSE - 
Nice line: “Tell me was it I?” We all need pardon.
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The good news is that He does come down to pardon anyone who seeks pardon. Thanks for sharing. By the way, I like the decorations in your house.
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Oh thank you so much, I took that pic just today and that heart-shaped balloon has been up there since last Valentine’s day, a gift from my grandchildren, it is starting to collapse but the family gets a “kick” out of it when they see it still has a little life within.
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