Poem – Healing Hands

Description: I wrote this poem in a time of recovery and healing working in Yellowstone National Park. It was what God was speaking to me in that time, trying to lift me out of my spiritual darkness kindly and lovingly.

My Darling,
My Child,
Why do you fret?
Why are you so frantic?
Don’t you know My Goodness?
Don’t you know My Mercies are new everyday?
In the morning I watch over you in quiet;
By night I am fighting hand in hand with your enemy.
Take My shield and My cloak;
They are yours, first fruits of your inheritance.
There is no reason to wander.
There is no reason to hide behind weary eyes.
Open the eyes of your heart and see that I am good.
Take My hand and be with Me;
Take My life; you are Mine.

Published by Ryan

Photographer, Writer, Editor

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