Monday, September 9, 2013


My heart aches
When communion is torn
This sheep feels shorn
In wintry bluster

The enemy gloats
As relations miss
While demons hiss
Closeness ripped

Who is the accuser?
Destroyer by name
Serving up shame
To heartbroken ones

My champion bold
My heart, He holds
Knowing my thoughts

I trust in Him
To set things right
By His might
His peace flows

Evidence not seen
He knows my heart
Patience, my part
I rest in Him.

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