A few years ago I had to go for a double surgery and the procedures scared me to death. Having faith through all of it helped me every step of the way.


Loving Hands

Now more than ever do I need my God to watch over me,
And give me strength through my surgery.

I leave my life in his loving hands,
I am weak where ever I stand.

He gives me strength and keeps me strong,
In his loving hands is where I belong.

I have faith that things will be alright,
But that doesn't keep me from crying at night.

He shows me his love each and every day,
In his loving hands I will always stay.

He comforts me when I rest,
Loving him is an easy quest!

With each step that I take,
I feel his presence when I'm asleep and awake.

He walks with me and talks with me,
He guides me to be the best I can be.

In his loving hands he holds me tight,
As I call on him to help me fight this fight.

He is always there to help me through each fear,
For my God will always care!



Poetry by Shannon Ann Britto
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Written on 2017-05-23 at 21:27

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Nice poem. Well done.
2017-05-24