Poem

A dear woman at my old church wrote this poem and gave it to me a few weeks back and it has been an unbelievable encouragement and blessing to me. I pray it is the same for you! :-)

" My Saviour, My Friend
Come sit with Me, He says, and talk
I have great stories to tell;
Or walk with me, I'll show you
Awesome things I've made
Or laugh with me as we rest
In the garden's shade
Or cry: And I'll catch your broken heart
And hold the pieces as it falls apart
Then I'll be the succor for your pain
'til you're revived, then we
Will walk and talk again."

** The word succor means: timely aide in distress