My Stranger
Oh Stranger of my bittersweet dreams
You are truly real, as real as me.
Oh Stranger you are finally here
Holding my hand and drying my tears
You believe in me just as in my dreams
You pick me up each time I stumble
And cheer me on when all are silent.
You truly do understand my agonized past
And long with all your heart to be my future.
Can you really be the man of my dreams?
Or will you disappear the moment I reach out?
You grab my hand and pull me close
Hold me tight and don’t let go.
You touch my face and look into my eyes
Looking through me as none before
You see my heart, my soul, my inner me.
Oh stranger you are real, you are.
You chase my troubles away
As though an enemy to my soul
Silence falls upon us as you whisper in my ear
Sweet words of love and peace as if,
As if the Lord speaks gently through you
He has heard my pain and answered my cries
Given me you and calmed my soul.
I ask but one thing gentle stranger
That you never leave me alone
You oh dear sweet stranger are my best of friends
A gift from above, an answer to my prayers.
Copyright © Erica Ledoux | Year Posted 2008
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