Wounds

In our secret place

Where I would go when I am wounded

I find You there…waiting

With open arms, with dove’s eyes

As You see me struggling my way to you

You run towards me, You embrace me

I kneel before You

But you pick me up

You wipe my every tear

You touch my every wound

You erase every ounce of fear

Then you lift me up and carry me

Where I am safe, where I am secure

Where I find rest, joy, comfort, and peace

Your presence is enough

Your love is more than enough

To heal my wounded heart

To mend my broken pieces

To lift up my downcast soul

And make me whole again

And as I sit at Your feet,

I listen to every word You say

And all the sorrow, all the pain,

All the hurt, all the stain

They fade away, they fade away

You hold my hand

You hold my heart

You hold my world

You never let me go

And that makes every battle

Worth fighting for

 

 

 

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Side story:

I came home yesterday from work at around midnight (weeerkaholic). My body is tired, but my soul is wide awake. I stared blankly at the ceiling for a good 30 minutes. I felt this weight of sorrow and pang of pain that I could not explain. It was another circumstance when I did not know what to pray for. As I opened my heart to the Lord, I grabbed my pencil and paper and drew my heart out (it’s been a while). This drawing is what I got. This wounded warrior is me.  God told me to stop struggling and striving for now, to take refuge in Him, to find peace in His presence, to just rest in His arms, to be still and know that He is God.

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