Be Still
November 25, 2020
Cold terror washes over me
The breath is stolen from my lungs
Numbly I kneel
I can feel it inside me
A warmth that has been missing
So many times I have tried to fill the hole to no avail
Peace My child
His whisper soothes
A sob escapes from me
Why had I feared this?
Why so many times I turned Him away?
And yet ever still He persisted
All for me
What makes me so speacial that He would call me His?
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