“He was a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief.” Isaiah 53:3
“Sickness is such a waste.
Disappointed makes its bed.
“Your mercies are new every morning.”
The “oil of gladness”,
To what was once dead!”
“But You, O LORD, are a shield for me,
My glory and the
One who lifts up my head.” Psalm 3:3 (NKJV)
poem by denisebalog©