What shelf is broad enough
to place my burdens and my pains?
what jug deep, wide and stout
my tears won’t wash away?
Where can I lay my head
a little rest to gain?
your hand I reach for in the night
and beg you please to stay
I wander in the shadows now
not sure what tomorrow brings
but this my cry into the night
I will not fail to sing
my voice no longer is in tune
(tho) you hear with no hindering
I smile because I know you care
you bear me on broad wings
This poem is written to encourage any of you who feel too weak to raise your head off the pillow of sorrow, loneliness or pain.
Rest in the LORD and wait patiently for Him…
On God my salvation and my glory rest; The rock of my strength, my refuge is in God.
Today – I’d like to share this with Poet’s Pantry and GodVerse.