I lie in bed,
No sleep to come, thinking of what you said.
I hear the pain in your words,
Your tears and questions unanswered.
You wonder, "What will be of me?
Is there someone who will believe?"
The words I say cannot fulfill,
All that my heart now feels.
Still, while I try my best,
Hide in Him and find your rest.
I believe,
That the Father loves you more,
Than the pain He feels to see you hurt.
I believe,
That He has a plan,
And throughout He holds us in His hand.
I believe ... and if you cannot,
I will bear you on my prayers 'til you find your wings,
And I believe you will.
for J
sč
KL, 1999
Friday, July 23, 1999
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