In my brokenness
He is faithful.
In my weakness
He is strong.
In my grief
In my hopelessness
He is my hope.
When I can walk no more
He carries me.
When I cry
He counts each tear.
He keeps the waters
From sweeping over me
And stops the flames
From consuming me.
In the desert
He is my oasis,
Living water when I thirst.
He is my Saviour and Redeemer
For He knows
I cannot save myself.
By Christine Hensley
2018
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