Cradled in Christ’s Arms | When the world is overwhelmingFebruary 16, 2014 - Author: Bernadette Saddik - 1 Comment
To close my eyes, never enough in the blinding light;
but shielded by God’s comforting arms.
To hear noise all around me;
but God’s voice is the only sound.
To take a deep breath in the stench;
and smell God’s sweet, sweet air.
To taste a taste so satisfying,
that I’m never hungry again.
To hit my hip against a corner;
and instead of a curse, comes praise.
To stretch out my arms, stiff and cracking;
and still grasp on what God has arranged.
The pain, it doesn’t hurt any less;
but God protects my soul.
From the maliciousness of these attacks;
from the overwhelming, caustic senses.
By His grace my spirit is not defeated,
I know that one day I’ll be healed.
For I am a child of the Almighty King.
For I am a sheep of the Good Shepherd.
For I am an infant in the arms of the Comforter.
For I am always His.
“Surely He shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler, and from the noisome pestilence. He shall cover thee with His feathers, and under His wings shalt thou trust: His truth shall be thy shield and buckler. Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night; nor for the arrow that flieth by day; Nor for the pestilence that walketh in darkness; nor for the destruction that wasteth at noonday. A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand at thy right hand; but it shall not come nigh thee.” Psalm 91:3-7 KJV