Wounded Creature

AmyCH
Wounded creature cannot feature rescue

scooped up in the Maker's hands.

Cuddled, huddled, careful nuzzled,

hear his beating chest?

Wounds are tended; heart is mended

by the Father's care.

Healed by balm, and calm, and warm love

soul was fractured but no more.

The balm has soothed, smoothed and removed

all the remnants of the wounds.

No more fear, or tears, or smears

He will never leave your side.

He is able, stable, ever faithful

always there at hand.

Published by AmyCH

I love my family and friends. I love to have a project. I believe that God loves me and that no matter what happens in my life nothing can change that. I believe I am the sum total of who I am not what I do...  View profile

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  • Linda Ann Nickerson11/15/2007

    Ah, true!

  • Lori Piper11/14/2007

    I love this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  • SAIKAT KUMAR DUTTA11/14/2007

    Nice poem.

  • Elena H11/11/2007

    All of us who have been rescued relate to this and find the thoughts precious.

  • jennybeans11/11/2007

    This brought to mind the "perfect peace" mentioned in Isaiah. Beautiful.

  • Missy H.11/11/2007

    That's beautiful Amy. I love it.

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