You:
Comfort me in my distress.
Forgive me when I make a mess.
Shower me with tenderness.
Reach out Your Hand to me and bless.
You:
You can so obviously see
The brokenness inside of me,
But choose to mend it patiently
A better person to help me be.
You:
Were here from the very start.
Teach me to trust You with my heart.
Fan my faith into fire from a tiny spark.
Create better paths on which I can embark.
You:
Always have Your eyes on me.
Make plans for me I cannot see.
Lead me with quiet authority.
Are my peace, my joy, and my safety.
About the Creator
Sharon Bowman Griffin
Sharon Bowman Griffin was born in Hampton VA, Her interest in written expression began in school when she won her first poetry contest at age 14.
She began to hone her literary skills which considers to be a blessing from God
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