Nestled In God's Arms
Amid nailed pictures and my Eden’s full
blooms, I nestle between new dawn and sleep.
My love overflows within sacred walls;
limbs crossed and curled with no reason to weep.
Then reeling, a burden crushes my soul,
and slashes at my gilded heart. Last night,
cries reached to heaven in softest whispers.
My loving Father restored soul and sight.
Earth orbits abound in ev'ry season
of life. Broken wings heal to fly with dreams;
A love never lost in purple-hued clouds,
and I wake to an unexpected gleam.
I learn through struggles that God catches tears,
releasing them on our gardens when dry.
Fear comes to devour, yet through Him, I’m strong.
He answers my prayers with loving reply.
For Mystic Rose’s His All Seeing Eye Contest, 6/13/15
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015
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