God's healing touch ...........

Healing rain ........

If I could reach out to the stars
Gliding along with a breath
Of fresh air.
Then perhaps tomorrow
I will climb that dark mountain.
But first I must slowly take a step
At a time My heart say's go for it.
My head saying no......You can't
But suddenly my SPIRIT says fight on.
 eagerly I rise up with all my strength.
hoovering around me is the sweet
delicate perfume of a rose
God's presence embraces my soul
Comforting my brokenness
Every tear drop I cry

God gently wipes the tears away
smoothing my head...
" Come with me to the river of life
were there is no pain my child i know
everything about you bring your 
pain to me bring their pain to me...   
" Listen to me my child rest your weary
spirit in the palm of my arms.........

Reviews

[Sheila Kline]

Your words are so beautiful, and filled and peace and the assurance of God's Holy word! You allow me to smell the lovely rose as I read each line.
May you always rest your weary spirit in the palm of His arms!!