a mother's prayer...

He speaks to my heart,
"What are you afraid of?"...

I'm afraid she'll collapse and I won't be there to catch her.
I'm afraid her precious heart will continue to run & she won't be found in Christ.
That she'll be broken and bruised forever. --
Oh, but the grace of God!!
His arms are big enough to catch her...
and to carry her.
And to hold 
& to mend her.

I praise You, Lord!

(3/23/09)