Angel wings carrying hope into our lives
Dashing out as quickly as butterflies.
God knows the time, the reason, the needs
Yet it feels as if the heart forever will bleed.
Cutting ourselves on the jagged edges of our own broken heart
Seeking solace, seeking peace this is where serenity starts.
The healing, the process, of gaining His strength.
Knowing in reality we will go to any length.
To seek, to learn, to be, to yearn
To cry to try and cry cry cry
To be His completely, to know He’s there
To surrender our all to His loving care.
The pain will soften, broken hearts do mend
Only He knows who we will be in the end
Jagged edges become rounded, yet scars will remain
Our hearts will truly never be the same.
Our Hearts are His, He will do as He must.
Cradle in His loving Arms……….yes trust.
shell 1/8/ 2005