by Marijo Phelps
3/13/2009 / Poetry
My heart aches
When communion is torn
This sheep feels shorn
In wintry bluster
The enemy gloats
As relations miss
While demons hiss
Closeness ripped
Who is the accuser?
Destroyer by name
Serving up shame
To heartbroken ones
BUT JESUS.
My champion bold
My heart He holds
Knowing my thoughts
I trust in Him
To set things right
By His might
His peace flows
Evidence not seen
He knows my heart
Patience, my part
I rest in Him.
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About Self
Saved by His grace in 1974, from 9 years of professing atheism into His loving arms. RN for 23 years, missionary with YWAM then statistical analyst for Every Home for Christ over 9 years. Living with my husband in the middle of a mountain meadow. GRIN! Wanting to spread the good news
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