When you lay your heart out, open in your hands in front of you to share, hoping that by sharing, another’s pain is diminished. Somehow by being closer to love shared by knowing the heart of Jehovah God, then maybe, just maybe, healing will begin in those small pieces of pain shared.
An Angel, A Heart, A Christmas Prayer
Often I sit and wonder of knowing a mother’s love for a child.
Thoughts and emotions taunt of wanting ever to be bequiled
By wide, green eyes dancing with delight at the Christmas tree.
Dark hair falling softly, a precious angel just wishing to be with me.
Sometimes I’m soothing the teary eyes of a son left out of the game.
Gently holding his trusting heart I’m rejoicing he overcame
Fear that penetrates a young boy’s soul that he’s not good enough,
Wonderful to be there to let him know he doesn’t always have to be tough.
On my days go, sometimes sadly, walking with God by the way…
I dream of a special Christmas Wish, for my first heavenly Christmas Day.
A wish filled with laughter and joy, holding hands with my own girl and boy
Days of unending unconditional love both giving and receiving to enjoy.
But for now, ‘He walks with me and He talks with me and He tells me I am His own.
And the joy we share as we tarry there, none other has ever known.’
Always walking, looking up for a heavenly surprise of a heart or an angel cloud.
Humbled so often as I joyously see these personal gifts avowed.
When it seems like sadness overwhelms, I just go back to the start
For God and I have intimate times sharing the desires of our heart.
He speaks of His love for His only child, and loved me by sharing His Son.
He knows the heartache that we share, and by His blood we’re One.
by Debbie
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