Cry

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