I used to feel like no one cared
or even had a kind word to share.
I couldn’t understand why I was here
Is it to be used by others who have no tears?
All the while floating numbly in this land
Wanting to feel like others, if only I can.
And then one day I prayed to God,
He’ll never answer or so I thought.
What is my purpose? The plan for me?
Or is this the way it will always be!
And as I stood on my porch one day
I closed my eyes and gently heard Him say,
“My child, My precious child, I am here
I have always been so very near.
I was waiting for you to call to Me
And ask Me what you are needing to see.
Yes, I was there so long ago
And I will…
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