My Savior
Your wide caring arms are my cradle,
when there are things I cannot handle.
Your Holy words are my lullabies,
that stop my lonely evening cries.
Your hugs are definitely my shield,
I know pretty soon I will be healed.
Copyright © Maris Warrior Tuazon | Year Posted 2020
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