Secure

"I know," 
I hear You say
"I've always
Seen and known
Your aching wounds
Beneath.

"Come
Let me take
Each curled
And twisted knot
And in My living
Breathing Word
Unravel
And release.

"For then I'll pour
Back out of you
My honey sweet
Of grace
And truth.

"Come, be My child
Calm and quiet
Your soul
In My love
Let Me soothe you
In My arms
And balm
Your wounds.

"Come, lean on Me
And let Me
Remind you
Again and again
That I hold
Your lot evermore
Secure."

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