I was sad
so you held my hand
and when I wept
you dried my tears.
You made me think
about who I am
and said to me
come and rest.
We talked until
my heart was full,
you said I am precious.
I cling to that.
We are intimate,
I trust what you say,
You saved me Lord
and I have peace.
I won’t let go
of the hand I took.
© Copyright 2011, Debbie Downs