I sometimes plea,
when I don't feel Him
near to me.
He's with me when
my heart rings praise
of joy that can not
be contained.
He's with me when
the tears won't cease,
when my soul groans
and wails for peace.
When disappointment clouds my view,
still then, I know, He's with me too.
He's with me when my anger burns,
when stinging, bitter pain returns.
And when my shattered heart won't mend,
He picks the pieces up again.
I look back, and then I see,
Always, always, He's with me.
1 comment:
Beautifully put!
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