Finding God
Tears flow down my cheeks
And I feel like I won’t ever smile again
Through fears and anxiety, God speaks
He tells me that He loves me, then amen
Picking myself up from the floor
I whimper and whisper to the Lord
“Will you help me to find the cure?”
He holds me up with the sword
Several days later I find myself smiling
God has helped me through the loss
He has shown love toward a human being
Broken through the hurt with the cross
August 7, 2014
Copyright © Regina Mcintosh | Year Posted 2014
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