Sunday, May 25, 2014

A Hurt

Though my years were many,
I found myself as a child
in the golden forever field,
running to Your open arms.
Gently, you carried me to
the towering safe place
where You set me down
and wiped my tears away.
 "Sweet child, what is it?"
I held out my heart,
in many ravaged pieces,
and You took it lovingly.
"I'll take care of this."