Monday, May 31, 2010
God's hands, when you hold mine.
His fingers when you wipe away
The tears of our children.
God's feet, when you walk the road
Of a peacemaker, and when you stand
In the gap for the weak and the hurting.
God's voice, when you speak with patience
In the midst of a storm
Of frustration and fear.
God's heart, when you love me
And tell me again that you
Will never leave me while you have breath.
Through you, God reveals his love for me,
And for all those who know you.
I am blessed to be your wife,
And my prayer is to be half of what you are