| An Healing Touch |
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Some little girls are called To love mothers who are ill. They tiptoe in, to share their love, And whisper to be still. With a gentleness and Wisdom far beyond their years, They come (as ministering angels) To kiss away our tears. Tenderly, we hear their loving hearts With every smile, so sweet, And, as we feel that love, We hear God gently speak. "I am here to walk with you Through the darkest storm. Though, at times, you feel all alone; With your strength long gone. I am here to carry you Through the stormy night. You may feel so weak, unable to go on. But, I am here, arms holding you. Your effort cannot keep you strong. I am coming, in your deepest pain, To whisper, "Trust Me." Now, you can. For, I am here and I know Your heart is crying in the rain. One day soon, you will not fear. In your darkness, I will restore. I am here to replace all that is not. Light will come to you once more. For, I am the One Who can see you through. In lonely nights, longing to see The sun, I will come to carry you. Do not fear for your family. I am able to fill in every gap. I can meet their daily need. It is not for you to fret. I understand how you wish You could give them more. But, I am making sure they will know My everlasting love the more." For the Lord comforts His people and will have compassion on His afflicted ones. I will not forget you. See I have engraved you on the palms of My hands, Lift your eyes and look around, all your children gather and come to you. As surely as I live, declares the Lord,you will wear them all as garments, you will put them on like a bride. Then you will say in your heart, Who bore me these? I was bereaved and barren, who brought these up, I was left all alone, but these, where have they come from? Then you will know that I am the Lord, those who hope in Me will not be disappointed. Isaiah 49: 13, 15-16, 18, 21, 23 |
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