I come to you like a lover
Hair down
Heart open
Eyes searching
A cry (a small gasp) escapes me
As your arms encompasses me
And my everything falls into all that you are
Sickness of the mind and body
Unfavorable circumstances
Open wounds from bitterness
All melts away
Out of me pours praises
And I hear you whisper in my ear, “Mine.”
Scripture
‘But now, thus says the Lord , who created you, O Jacob, And He who formed you, O Israel: “Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by your name; You are Mine.’
“His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me!”
‘God is our refuge and strength, A very present help in trouble.’
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