I recently found this poem that I wrote in March 2007. Was blessed reading it myself. So I thought it was no harm to share.
The hardest of trouble,
is only like a bubble.
cos i’m leaning on His arms,
&enjoying His warmth.
When the ground gets shaky,
His hands are beneath me
When the world says no,
I stil hav a place to go.
To His everlasting arms,
That shaped the stars.
I am very safe there,
In His everlasting care.
He’ll wipe away my tears,
and take away my pain.
wash me in His blood,
&make me whole again.
He put joy in my heart,
&smile on my face.
I dont have to fear,
or ever be insecure.
for i am leaningggggg,
on His everlasting arms.
True, is it not?
