God helps the parents of the prodigalYou cover my head in the rainAnd in the heat you are my shadowYou are able to bear all my painAnd sustain me wherever I goYou're my anchor in the height of the stormYou're my eyes when I cannot seeIn the depths of the winter you keep me warmWhen I am bound you set me freeWhen the enemy is all aroundAnd I am beaten and tattered and tornIn your arms I will surely be foundTis your promise, tis what you have swornWhen I cannot see a way aheadAnd I an surrounded by many fearsIn the silence of the night upon my bedYou come and wipe away the tearsYou're my hope in the dark of the nightYou're my peace in the midst of the madnessYou will help me to stand up and fightAs you chase away all the sadnessHeaviness shall give way to praiseAnd joy shall comes in the morningI will worship you all of my daysMy heart shall no longer be mourningI see my son and he is comingHe was banished to a far away landAnd to him I will surely come runningThen we shall walk home hand in hand.
Beautiful poem brother. I just wanted to thank you for sharing it here with us. God blessmaryjane
Thank you sister...............bro Frank
Beautiful Truth... and timely, too.My heart is broken. I've never known a more severe pain. I asked the Lord for the comfort of His voice and then turned to Isaiah 35. I do not know what the future holds for my children. The world would tell me many obvious things, but I don't want to hear what the world has to say. I only want God.God cares for our children more than we do, and He is able and willing to bring them to repentance. Where I have failed, God is still able... In the meantime, He strengthens me.
Onemite writes...."God cares for our children more than we do, and He is able and willing to bring them to repentance. Where I have failed, God is still able... In the meantime, He strengthens me."Yes indeed sister. He alone is our strength..........bro Frank