He Will
Parts of our hearts
Harden like scabs
Over scrapes too deep
To ever love again. 

Left up to us
We harbor such hurts,
Stowaways on a ship
No one would find. 

God knows all wounds
Their crippling ways,
And is ever ready
To rout such foes. 

He promises peace,
Tell Him your pain
Ask for His cure
And trust He will. 

Psalm 147:3

by J Alan R

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