held close
when I feel I have no strength to hang on.
When I have no answers
only questions
I still turn to my Heavenly Father God.
Under His wings
in the shadow of His wings
I am treasured
loved.
God gave His son for my sin
there is no shame to hold
because He took it on the cross.
Holy God could not bear to look at His only treasure hanging there
for me
for all.
It does not end there, at the cross
or at the tomb.
That's where it begins.
God's power raised Christ from the dead
I have this Treasure
I bear it not only in my heart
but in my being.
I carry Him with me
in little snippets of His Word
which is also who He is.
He covers me with His feathers...
with love to you who stop here to read, Debra





