While going through a box of things that meant a lot to me, I came across a piece of paper with beautiful calligraphy writing on it. It was a poem written by my cousin, Allan Young. There is no date on the poem but he mailed it to me at a time when I was scared, sad and wondering how anything would ever be okay again. This was one of many ‘cushions’ my heaven Father comforted me with during those very dark days. Here’s the poem: HE TOUCHES ME My Father knows my heart When it’s full of fears; He touches my heart They all disappear. He sees my mountain of trouble; He touches my heart My mountain turns to rubble. He sees my mind of confusion; He touches my heart My confusion becomes an illusion. My sins make me feel ashamed; He touches my heart My heart feels no pain. My Father does this out of love. My Father says believe in me. Through my words I shall set you free.
Posted on: Sat, 03 Aug 2013 17:44:40 +0000