Gentle whispers caresses my broken heart.
Melodies of love and hope is breathed across
brokenness of deep human trembles.
—–
Tender moments of restful quiet
with God, my Savior, as I sit on lazy rolling hills
underneath dawns soft light
in complete surrender.
—–
Peace rises above fear
No longer in exile
Peace has come
And glued my broken
Heart whole.
Beautifully written dear…
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