My hopes like shipwrecked paper boats
Were crushed upon the streams of life.
With nothing to hang on to keep afloat,
Prayer is my anchor through the strife.
Weeping I fall prostrate at Your feet,
"I love You, O Lord, my Strength."
Your Divine Comfort and Grace so sweet,
Engulfs my soul in infinite length.
Your inner Peace surrounds me like walls
And You, O God, are my Glory within.
The broken, You love- and those who fall,
The contrite of heart, You redeem from sin.
Nothing on earth can ever give me this,
Unconditional love and Your inner Peace.
"And I Myself will be a wall of fire around it, declares the Lord, 'and I will be its glory within."
Cynthia Buhain Baello
July 11, 2008
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