Wake up, Thank God for his love and
care. Get dressed, brush your hair. Dry
your eyes, reach out your hand, he wants
to share, all the burdens that you wear.
Come to the garden, feel the sun shine
there. Release your heart, he already knows
your prayers. And his guiding love, is everywhere.
So dry your eyes, a shoulder he does bare. As he
wraps you in, his loving care.
Monday, April 5, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: grief,sorrows,christ,loving,care,garden,nature