Friday, September 21, 2012

Bruises & Tears

More and more.
When I fall down.
I reach for Daddy.

To tend to my bruises.
To wipe my tears.

I seek His comfort.
I take shelter in His warmth.
I cling to His strength.

His presence.
Is all I need.
To heal.

He makes my bruises fade.
He dries my tears.

I need my Daddy now.
Sleep won't come.
My pain won't abate.

I want to surrender.
I ache to let go.
I am afraid.

Only Daddy.
Can make it better.
Until then...

The bruises I'll carry.
I'll hold back the tears I can't let fall.


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