Lord...

Lord…. You can see me
You know how sad I feel
Gently… touch my brow
Cause my heart to heal

Tears falling from my eyes
Dry lips…. Pressed in pain
My heart broken, in pieces
From screaming…I refrain

My eyes turn to you Lord
On you, I solely depend
Always the one, to help me
A confidante…. My friend

You’re the one I reach for
Carrying me, when I’m weak
I come to you, all broken
Quite humble and so meek…

You …are such a good Father,
It hurts you, to see me cry
I can almost feel you holding me
Soothing away each sigh….

Tonight, I will rest in your arms
Until the hurt has gone away
You’ll gently bless, while I’m asleep
Awakening....to a brighter day!

Judith Johnson Kypta
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VERSE:
Isaiah 44:3
For I will pour water upon him
that is thirsty, and floods upon the
dry ground: I will pour my spirit
unto thy seed, and my blessing
upon thine offspring: