Her heart weeps.

Silence she keeps.

No comfort in a fellow man.

Lonely and empty,

She doesn’t understand.

-

How can life be so cruel?

If there was a higher power,

How could he allow this to happen?

Mother is dead now.

-

She sits on her bed,

Trys to stop crying,

But doesn’t seem to know how,

Her life became so empty.

She picks up Momma’s old Bible,

And the pages open to a passage,

-

Worn by the tracing of her mother’s

Delicate fingertips.

As the tears escape her eyes,

Through a blur she reads:

-

The Lord is close to the brokenhearted,

And saves those who are crushed in Sprit…

“Where are you when I need you?”

Lindsay shouts up to the ceiling.

“You don’t love me,

You don’t know me.”

“I am alone,” she cries.

-

And lays back on a pillow,

Her head sinking into the fluff.

“Lord, I’ve had enough!”

“Read child,” she hears His voice.

Lindsay sits up, it’s her choice.

-

“Jeremiah 29: 11,”

continues the voice.

Thumbing through the delicate

pages with tear soaked finger tips,

-

Lindsay reads aloud,

A soft spoken voice coming from her lips.

“For I know the plans I have for you,

declares the Lord

Plans to prosper you

and not to harm you.

Plans to give you a hope and a future.”

-

“Hope,” Lindsay whispers.

“How can I hope?”

“Trust me child, he replies.

“I will guide your life.”

-

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My soul finds rest in God alone; my salvation comes from him.

He alone is my rock and my salvation; he is my fortress.

I will NEVER be shaken. Psalm 62: 1-2