With Me
With a swift tongue; Your Words are spoken.
Piecing me with Words to ease my troubles.
You have been with me for many years, through all my inflictions.
I open my eyes and You are here.
I am submerged in Your Bosom. safe
You have known me before I knew myself.
As I look into the mirror, I see a stranger, yet You see me.
You have taken care of me, all of me.
You have stayed with me; You promised You would.
With a swift tongue, YOUR WORDS ARE SPOKEN.
Catherine Johnson Broussard
Copyright © Catherine J. Broussard | Year Posted 2020
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