~ Clinging Cross ~

There is the perfect place to go
For life here, is too much,
A special hideaway I seek
To find the tender touch.

The gentle love of Jesus
Is the where, that I retreat,
For every lifetime moment
I find there all I need.

~ ~ ~

I cannot go just when it's hard
For, then it's way too late,
I need remain so, dawn 'til dusk
And through the night always.

I cannot go just when it hurts
For, then I wouldn't know,
Or even see, quite where to go
Where I would feel at home.

For, home is where my Jesus lives
I cling to my retreat,
I live in Him and He in I
And there life is so sweet.

~ ~ ~

Then when the pain and hurts abound
I know He'll bear me up,
I need not fear tomorrow
Nor life's most cruelest brunt.

He, my shield, my refuge, life
To smooth my troubled soul,
Safe, I'm clinging to the cross
Where Jesus makes me whole.

~*~

Soft whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems © Jan 2010
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au


When my mind is fuzzy
And my eyes are dim with tears,
I need to feel Your Presence Lord
And know that you are near.
When my heart is racing
And my thoughts have such a sting,
I tightly clasp this little cross
And prayerfully I cling.
It's not a magic piece-
This cross Your Father planned,
But, when I cling to it
I feel Your nail-scarred Hand.
Jane Davis ©2003

 

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