When I couldn’t move
Your prayers
Kept me
In His reach
When I couldn’t speak
Your words
Fell on
His ears
When I couldn’t reach
Your hands
Grabbed onto
To His.
When I couldn’t believe
Your steps
Walked me
Towards Him.
When we couldn’t
Your love
Left me
at His feet
It is your prayers
That lowered me
Before a
God that heals.
1 comment:
Beautiful and significant poem, Karli. :)
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