But He has healed me.
I was broken
But now I am made whole.
My pain is great.
His arms are greater.
My struggle is big.
He is bigger.
My fears are crippling.
His peace is strengthening.
Who can I turn to?
Where can I go?
I have nowhere else better
Than the arms of my Lord.
My soul aches for eternity.
My heart longs to see His face.
I was created.
For so much more than this.
My soul is eternal.
My body is mortal.
Someday soon
I'm going home.
I enjoyed this poem :)
ReplyDeleteUmmm....was this REALLY posted at 2:30 am? How does that happen?