A few years ago I had to go for a double surgery and the procedures scared me to death. Having faith through all of it helped me every step of the way.
And give me strength through my surgery.
I leave my life in his loving hands,
I am weak where ever I stand.
He gives me strength and keeps me strong,
In his loving hands is where I belong.
I have faith that things will be alright,
But that doesn't keep me from crying at night.
He shows me his love each and every day,
In his loving hands I will always stay.
He comforts me when I rest,
Loving him is an easy quest!
With each step that I take,
I feel his presence when I'm asleep and awake.
He walks with me and talks with me,
He guides me to be the best I can be.
In his loving hands he holds me tight,
As I call on him to help me fight this fight.
He is always there to help me through each fear,
For my God will always care!
Poetry by Shannon Ann Britto
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Written on 2017-05-23 at 21:27
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Loving Hands
Now more than ever do I need my God to watch over me,And give me strength through my surgery.
I leave my life in his loving hands,
I am weak where ever I stand.
He gives me strength and keeps me strong,
In his loving hands is where I belong.
I have faith that things will be alright,
But that doesn't keep me from crying at night.
He shows me his love each and every day,
In his loving hands I will always stay.
He comforts me when I rest,
Loving him is an easy quest!
With each step that I take,
I feel his presence when I'm asleep and awake.
He walks with me and talks with me,
He guides me to be the best I can be.
In his loving hands he holds me tight,
As I call on him to help me fight this fight.
He is always there to help me through each fear,
For my God will always care!
Poetry by Shannon Ann Britto
Read 458 times
Written on 2017-05-23 at 21:27
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