He Is There
In my times of distress
He bends down to listen.
When I am alone, like an owl in the desert,
He hears my plea and comes to me.
When my heart is sick, withered like grass,
When my groaning is more then I can bear:
He is there!
He is there!
I lie awake like a solitary bird on a roof
It is then when I cry out that He comes to me.
Tucks me in
fluffs my pillow
and caresses my head
It is then when I sleep soundly,
secure in my bed.
Copyright © Allen Beilschmidt Sr. | Year Posted 2019
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