Quiet Time

Saturday, May 2, 2009

When I lift you, my friend,
my arm grows stronger.
When I give to you
my hand empties to receive.
When I walk with you through
dark valleys,
my feet learn the way to Truth.
When I weep with you,
my eyes wash clear to see
compassion's holy bond.
When I lift you,
I am lifted.

-thank you Jesus-


Lawrence May 4, 2009 at 10:07 PM  

I like this.. The poem ( or rather your thoughts) is really personal.. I feel like many could relate to this.. hope u r okay with ur studies now.. no matter how tough it is, u can go through it when u hv God with you.. :)

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