There are times...when
one does not even know how
they fell into the valley...bare
They only know...that
<<<they find themselves...there>>>
Peering all around...alone
dry barbed tares...lace brittle foliage
so sharp and wild like a...whelp
Seems there's none 'sure' to call
<<<no one who will freely...help>>>
But, in spite of despair's thick mist
memories...cajole an upward look
eyes spy...His Reaching Hand
And when by faith...one grabs ahold
<<<He lifts them up...to stand>>>
Selah
Ps; 16:11, 130:1, 138:7, 143:6
copyright; jmsbell3/5/2014
hug
Kathy
Uplifting message ...
Thank you Joyce
Love, Ankin
Our great comforter.
He can breathe life into a sad soul!
A real beautiful poem this is!
Well done, Joyce!
Blessings, xx
Christine
Kathy
Lovely,
ann
Love ya!
Jane
Regis
budd