God picks us up when we're flat on our face
And cushions us gently with mercy and grace.
He sees our needs when we are bent low
And pours out compassion, His love to bestow.
We cannot fathom the depth of His caring
But know He brings help when we need "repairing".
He is our comfort in times of real need
And fills us with strength so we may proceed.
We can rise up from fear and despair
And make a new start because He is there.
He restores hope and brings us great joy.
Always He saves us... He is our buoy.
"I will lift up mine eyes unto the hlls, from whence cometh my help. My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth."
Psalm 121:1-2 KJV
© 2010 Arlene Schwartzkopf