When life presses down hard,
When your spirit's been scarred,
And you're left feeling scared and alone ,
Just leave it all there,
Leave that weight to His care,
For He's only one teardrop away;

There's a hand on your shoulder,
A kiss on your forehead;
You are held in the grip of His love;
He raises you up,
And enfolds you so dearly,
Touches your heart,
And lets you know clearly
That you are totally precious today.

There's a tiny child in each of us,
Feeling lost and incomplete,
Though our original hearts are still intact,
Irreplaceable pulses in God's heartbeat,
We still keep trying way too hard
To be all that we can be,
Not realizing that we already are;

And that God is especially fond of us!
  Edie Batstone