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Mud Flower
You feel left out, and lonely.
Fear creeps in, and lodges in your heart.
Nobody calls you, nor do they visit....
You’ve blown it all, you took a major fall.
Unloved you are not, His Precious Child!
Always you’re thought of, most tenderly!
You are not wandering! No on the contrary,
You have been found, and are being watched!
His eye upon you, His Precious Flower!
For when you fell, He caught you there.
No longer left out, nor forsaken no matter
What you have done Child, Creator still cares!
Whispering silence, His Voice in the Darkness,
Echoes of Light come to hold quivering flesh.
There in His Hand held, His Love heals up old wounds,
There where you fell is where New Life blossoms afresh!
A’ho!
© Mary Bennett; Dancing Dove
He brought me up also out of an horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings. Psalm 40:2
You feel left out, and lonely.
Fear creeps in, and lodges in your heart.
Nobody calls you, nor do they visit....
You’ve blown it all, you took a major fall.
Unloved you are not, His Precious Child!
Always you’re thought of, most tenderly!
You are not wandering! No on the contrary,
You have been found, and are being watched!
His eye upon you, His Precious Flower!
For when you fell, He caught you there.
No longer left out, nor forsaken no matter
What you have done Child, Creator still cares!
Whispering silence, His Voice in the Darkness,
Echoes of Light come to hold quivering flesh.
There in His Hand held, His Love heals up old wounds,
There where you fell is where New Life blossoms afresh!
A’ho!
© Mary Bennett; Dancing Dove
He brought me up also out of an horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings. Psalm 40:2