When the sun scorches my skin,
When the waves drag me deep,
When the night is dark enough
To haunt me in my sleep—
He knows. He is there.
Strong, though fear may find him,
Steady, though storms may blind him.
He embraces my weakness,
Sees beyond my sight,
Guides me toward wholeness,
Loves me without end.
Thank you, Father.
May 3, 2025
May 3, 2025 at 1:07 AM UTC
When the sun scorches my skin,
When the waves drag me deep,
When the night is dark enough
To haunt me in my sleep—
He knows. He is there.
Strong, though fear may find him,
Steady, though storms may blind him.
He embraces my weakness,
Sees beyond my sight,
Guides me toward wholeness,
Loves me without end.
Thank you, Father.
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