April 23, 2011

  • Understood

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    When I am afraid, He understands.

    I doubt, He understands.

    I run away, He understands.

    I come back, He understands.

    I unload my words, He gives me His.

    I give Him my heart, He heals it.

    I stomp my feet, He washes them.

    I scream in my pillow, He puts my face to His chest.

    I slam the door, He opens another.

    I curse and complain, He says Love your brother.

    Because I'd be vain, He gave me a scar.

    When I'm exhausted, He took to the wood.

    When I forgot Him, He understood. 

    * Written by me, Gail McNeeley *

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