A Quiet Prayer

He tends to me like the rain nourishes flower buds in the spring

In my littleness He has loved me, in His greatness He has carried me

Unworthy as I am, may I be sustained by the depth of His sacrifice

May rivers open in desolate places
May my restless heart be stilled

May fountains arise in the midst of valleys

May the bruises of my heart be held near to His chest

And may I walk continually, in the way of peace

photo credits: Libby Osgood


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