Monday, April 14, 2014

Healing Moment

I wander through the dead of night
With quiet reverence of the soul,
Amid the stars and soft moonlight
I feel my aching wounds made whole.

In hallowed peace I bow my head
Restoring gratitude to God,
Then gazing up, my wings full spread
But stoop to kiss the holy sod

That held me steady in my walk
Through tribulation now dissolved
Observing here the solid rock
Around which healing life revolved.

The tears stream down my cours├ęd face
Not knowing where to rest my head
But trusting God, Almighty grace
To lead me on to love's homestead.

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