Apr 2018
A bruised reed,
I lean ‘pon him.
Broken, I limp on.
He is my support—
A strong crutch.
My helper;
A shoulder to lean on.
Oh how I trust in him
And am secure.
I lean ‘pon him.
Broken, I limp on.
He is my support—
A strong crutch.
My helper;
A shoulder to lean on.
Oh how I trust in him
And am secure.
