Handle With Care
Handle With Care
Handle with care, treasure with ten tiny toes,
Once protected in my warm, maternal womb.
So fragile, so frail, so heaven only knows,
where to find refuge in this wide world of doom.
My Child, as you and my anxiety grows,
By the grace of God, faith found a little room.
Understanding my weaknesses, I adjust,
And in the safe womb of God's arms, place my trust.
Copyright © Crystol Woods | Year Posted 2024
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