April 12, 2008

Where is your gentle hand?
It comforts me in the storm.
Where is your love?
I need your touch each day.

The light shines forever,
From a wounded and broken heart.
Love’s dawning memory,
Realizations always sought.

Extraordinary miracles,
Lie just beyond my grasp.
Glorious salvation,
Touched by heaven’s Hand.

Type: Poetry

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