Do not imagine that I am clueless about what's on your mind
Do not think that I couldn't care less about what's bugging you
Do not even figure that I have no solution to what you're facing
You are mine, remember?
"Can a woman forget her sucking child,
that she should not have compassion
on the son of her womb?
Yea, they may forget...
Yet will I not forget you."
I came to save, to heal, to love.
Just that it took you so long to realize that I've been
Standing there with open arms
Yearning to give you that long-awaited embrace.
Come to me, you who are burdened
I will treat you to sweet, sweet rest.
"... for I know the things that come into your mind, every one of them." Ezekiel 11:5
"And the Lord shall guide you continually, and satisfy your soul in drought, and make fat your bones..." Isaiah 58:11
The above poem is reproduced from the author's 2002 Diary for Today's Men & Women: Reflections of Life.