Let the Arms
 

When the acid
     of "You don't matter!"
     fills your gut,
When the chill
     of "Shut your mouth!"
     steals your breath,
When the shadow
     of "I don't care!"
     darkens your heart,
When the pain
     of "That was stupid!"
     buckles your knees,
When the drain
     of "Who asked you?"
     empties your soul,
Let the arms
     of "You are precious in My sight!"
     hold you oh so tight.
 

Isaiah 43:4
 
 
 
by J. Alan R.

| Back to Index |

 

www.000webhost.com