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Wednesday, February 15, 2017

poem...A Gentle Whisper

The news she got today, how does she make sense of whats happening, trying to hold it together, when she feels like shes falling apart.she falls to her knees, unsure of what to say, overwhelmed and afraid, she just calls out his name...Jesus im falling apart, not sure where to start,  to pick up the pieces and begin again.Another loss, more tears, can you relate to her fears? You know, you've gone through it too, whether a job loss, health that's failing or a broken family torn in two.You feel like none wants to listen.

  On her knees, in the silence , sitting there, holding onto what little thread of hope she thinks there is.Calm my spirit Lord, hear my pleas, hold me together before i fall apart.. then she feels his hand on her spirit saying my child i know, i have not left you alone.id never leave you when you need me most, i wont just hold you together, ill hold you still and fill you with my peace, peace like the calmness, peace that passes all your human understanding.He didn't come in a loud voice,no miraculous miracle right away, but all the same he came to me that day and spoke in a gentle whisper. a gentle whisper, a still small voice, and when we feel like were running on empty, he fills up with himself!

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