When my heart weeps sore to feel its loss,
I gaze on You
I cannot see, my vision blurred
But trust in You, by faith bestirred.
I lift my hand, in batt’ring storm
To touch Your Hand
The giving Hand, the taking Hand;
Now gentle One, the healing Hand.
I cannot claim to understand,
But honor You,
For You are God, the Sovereign One
Beyond Your thoughts, are simply none.
And in that faith You gave within,
I believe You,
I glimpse You; pure joy wells upward
To grasp through pain, a loving Lord.
-for Isaac’s mother, whose faith is beautiful-
beautiful, Leeny. thank you for sharing it.
I love this, Leeny…it’s so beautiful…it hurts.
Leeny, that’s beautiful. Your faith is beautiful. God is so amazing it makes me cry. But it’s so hard not ask big questions like- ‘why?’ That’s not for us to know- just yet. Love you. Take care.
That poem is so beautiful. God is sooo wonderful.
I often ask God why He let this happen. But He has a reson for everything.
Such a beautiful praise, prayer… i loved your pictures of your time in Honduras!