Reaching

The world tells me I'm not strong enough.

The ones in charge say the odds are stacked against me.

I reach for hope, but find none.

I ask for a sign that all will be well.

Some sort of word that can ease my unknowing.

I reach for assurance, there is none.

I want a place to hide from the pain,

a shelter where agony is not allowed in.

I reach for comfort, but am turned away.

I search my soul for a reason,

an explanation for my fear.

I reach for peace of mind, but find despair.

I grope for the answers. I'm at my limit.

I can't go on alone.

I plead, "Lord Jesus, please help me!"

I reach up to Him. He takes me into His arms.

I ask Him for hope, assurance, comfort

and peace of mind.

His arms enfold me.

He says, "My daughter you are mine."

I ask "What of my questions?"

He responds with a caring smile.

"Be still my child. The plan is divine."

Hope wells up in my heart,

as I am assured of His love.

My mind quiets as He comforts my soul.

I leave the plan to you Lord.

I will rest in your love.

Reaching no further, my answers are found.

by Mammabee

© 2006

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