Rescued
I was rescued a long time ago,
However, I did not see Him.
I did not sense His hand take mine
Nor did I believe when He carried me;
When I fell down and cried
He washed away my tears.
One day I turned around
He touched my brow;
I prayed.
I felt His hand take mine~
He rescued me.
However, I did not see Him.
I did not sense His hand take mine
Nor did I believe when He carried me;
When I fell down and cried
He washed away my tears.
One day I turned around
He touched my brow;
I prayed.
I felt His hand take mine~
He rescued me.
3 Comments:
Always to your rescue ... sometimes we dont see it ... perhaps it is not in the way we expect it ... but always in the way that He thinks best for you.
Lovely poem to remind us of Hope.
And the greatest Magician of All.
Thank you for sharing. :o)
Hugs for you on this cold and frosty day ...
Beautiful...He indeed rescues us!!
Have a blessed weekend
Donna
Thankyou both for your hugs and blessings...Oh about it being cold and frosty..it is hot, humid and wet here..:)
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