Some little
girls are called
to love
mothers who are ill,
They tiptoe in
to share their love
and whisper to
be still.
With a
gentleness
and wisdom far
beyond their years,
They come as
ministering angels
To kiss away
our tears.
Tenderly
we hear their loving hearts
with every
smile so sweet,
And as we feel
that love
we hear God
gently speak.
I am here to
walk with you
through the
darkest storm,
Though at
times you feel all alone
with your
strength long gone,
I am here to
carry you
through the
stormy night.
You may feel
so weak unable to go on
But, I am
here, arms holding you
Your effort
cannot keep you strong
I am coming in
your deepest pain,
To whisper,
trust Me, now you can.
For I am here
and I know
Your heart is
crying in the rain.
One day soon you will not fear,
In your
darkness, I will restore
I am here to replace all that is not
Light will
come to you once more,
For I am the
One who can see you through,
In lonely
nights longing to see the sun
I will come to
carry you.
Do not fear
for your family
I am able
to fill in every gap,
I can meet
their daily need
It is not for
you to fret.
I understand
how you wish
you could give them more
But I am
making sure
My promise
true,
they will know
My everlasting love
the more.
Soft Whispers
from
Derry's Heart Poems
© 2004 used with permission
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
For the Lord
comforts His people and will have compassion
on His afflicted ones. I will not forget you.
See I have engraved you on the palms of My
hands,
Lift your eyes and look around, all your
children gather and come to you.
As surely as I live, declares the Lord,
you will wear them all as garments, you will put
them on like a bride.
Then you will say in your heart, Who bore me
these?
I was bereaved and barren, who brought these up,
I was left all alone,
but these, where have they come from?
Then you will know that I am the Lord, those who
hope in Me
will not be disappointed.
Isaiah 49: 13,15,16,18,21,23
