Thursday, August 14, 2008

My heart

My heart is breaking, aching for you
as you lie there so afraid.

I thought that I could keep you safe,
I feel I have betrayed.

You look to me, those big blue eyes
to comfort and console.

I mourn the things I cannot fix
things out of my control.

To my God, I will entrust,
please guide the hands that heal.

Give them wisdom, give them strength,
and your plan, Lord, please reveal.

1 comment:

Lauren said...

Beki, you never cease to amaze and inspire me. Thanks for inviting us in to the fragile places of your heart.