![]() ![]() I stumble and almost fall – steadied by Him who walks beside me. ![]() Searching to find a way out, my eyes stray. I clung to the One beside me, who alone made each step possible. The moments passed, yet the wind and rain only grew in its thirst to overthrow me. I stood to my feet waiting for the storm to end, and all to be made right. The warmth of his hand, seeped down into my cold spaces, awakening life within. Moments ago, there was not the strength to reach, but with no burden, a desperate lunge found me in his grip. He lowers his hand – scarred and calloused. Part of me is not ready to release it, but I let go. Strong hands gently lift the weight from my back. I lack the strength to look up, but I know who has come to me.įearing not the mud would stain his garments of white, he bends the knee. © 2015 Jussi Ollila, Flickr | CC-BY | via Wylioīut then I feel a presence – a familiar warmth, a stirring memory. ![]()
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