You slipped without preamble
onto the edges of my life
with the quiet beauty
of a gazelle,
whose soft eyes
viewed my landscape,
then tentatively approached
to graze near my terrain,
sensing that a unique, loving bond
could be forged between us
of hope and trust
and shared pain.
Later on,
you stood quietly,
eyes brimmed with compassion,
while I peeled away
layer after layer
of veneer, of covering;
to expose a raw and bleeding core.
Then without a word
you soaked some tender leaves
in that clear mountain lake
and applied a poultice
of love, of healing, of caring
to my wounded, hurting heart.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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