He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. ~ Psalm 147:3

And That’s Enough

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lord
I have nothing to give in return for your love
For your healing touch
For your saving grace
How can I ever repay you for reaching down
And snatching my falling soul from the flames of Hell
There is nothing good in me
I’m just broken clay in your potter’s hands
That keeps jumping out
And falling down
And messing up
My love is conditional
My trust is fragile
My pride is haughty
Like a stubborn sheep
I run away
And you come looking for me
You scoop me up in your loving arms
You wipe away my foolish tears
You bind my bleeding wounds
You whisper love songs in my ears
Why
I don’t deserve you
My heart is reckless
My emotions are dangerous
My mind is a wandering river of fear and doubt
Anxiety and worry
So
Tell me
Lord
How can I possibly ever repay the tremendous debt I owe

“Oh, my precious, silly child. You have your heart
your mind, body, and soul, and that’s enough.”

 

No Facilities

Random thoughts, life lessons, hopes and dreams

South Texas Watercolor Artist

Corpus Christi, Texas

THE POETIC SAGE

This site is dedicated to my amazing writing skills.

Digital Art Junky

Art is something that makes you breathe with a different kind of happiness

Art and Soul

Art is the only way to run away without leaving home ~ Twyla Tharp

Straight from the Heart

He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. ~ Psalm 147:3

hometogo232

A place of Love and Security

%d bloggers like this: