Sweet child come near my feet
For you are weary and fatigued
I’ve waited for your sweet return
I’ve watched you as every tear burned.
I’ve seen thy turmoil and stress
Wondering will there be a rest
A long season still it is, yes
And I can see your winded chest.
The voices around can be heard
Louder and louder they stir
But lift up your head and you’ll see
I’ve covered your ears but to Me.
My child go ahead pour thy soul
You thought the healing so very slow
Your mind it is wrestling again
With that which is gone round the bend.
Your Spirit is yearning after Me
Praying and building up strength
So rest here for I’ve knelt down low
Eye to eye we’re very very close.
Feel my hands now placed into yours
Shielding your ears from lying words
Cupped are My hands bout your face
As your Father with loving grace.
October 31, 2015
