Healed And Whole
One day I dug a little hole
And put my hurt inside
I thought that I could just forget
I'd put it there to hide.
But that little hurt began to grow
My joy was gone, my heart was sad
I covered it every day
I couldn't leave it and go on
It seemed the price I had to pay.
Pain was all I knew.
My wounded soul enveloped me
Loving seemed too hard to do.
One day, while standing by my hole
And just like that -- He was right there
I cried to God above
And said, "If You are really there --
They say, You're a God of Love!"
And just put His arms around me
He wiped my tears, His hurting child
There was no safer place to be.
I told Him all about my hurt
I dug down deep and got my hurt
I opened up my heart
He listened to each and every word
To every sordid part.
I brushed the dirt away
And placed it in the Master's hand
And healing came that day.
He took the blackness of my soul
And when I look at what has grown
And set my spirit FREE!
Something beautiful began to grow
Where the hurt used to be.
Out of my tears and pain
I remember every day to give my hurts to Him
And never bury them again.
[ by Carol Parrott -- from andychaps_the-funnies ]
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