Asleep, I walk the earth.
Darkness needing light.
I fumble through the trials
That keep me up at night.
Faint beneath my given load,
I fail to carry through.
The Light of Life lifts me up,
And says “I’ll carry you.”
He shines His Light upon my path,
And tells me He is The Way,
And that His Truth will strengthen me
Because He gave His Life that day.
He laid to rest my burden of self,
And awakened me to stand.
“No matter what I walk you through,
I’ll be holding your hand.”
Oh, Lord, when I can’t see,
Illuminate my sight.
I never want to miss Your whisper
Given for me to write.
The duty of my pen
Has always been Your gift,
But when the ink is heavy,
Only You can lift.
Thank You for Your compassion,
And for sharing Your Father’s word.
I believe and trust
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thats awesome Gale! A great poem! ❤
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PTL! Thank you Carol Anne! God loves you!✝️🌹
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So your words said so much here as a fellow writer for the LORD: I never want to miss your whisper, given me to write! Perfectly said…..may we always listen first before we write here on our blogs! Love you!
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PTL! 🙌 Thank you, Maxine! 😊
God is so kind to whisper those words. It’s like we’re first in line to read it because He knew we needed it too. 🤗
Me and God love you too! ✝️🌹
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