By: Mr. Y
It’s like the willow’s arching shade,
Against the gaze of a furious sun
It’s like the fort that opens its gates,
And makes your enemies turn and run
It’s like the hand that asks for yours,
To save you from a raging sea
It’s like the voice that calms your soul,
That rocks you gently off to sleep
It’s like the breeze that returns the rain,
To a forsaken land that pines with thirst
It’s like the angel’s upraised sword,
Standing with you against every curse
It’s where every man will find relief,
From the trials that cause his troubled cries
It’s the sanctuary that he seeks,
That’s built into his daughter’s eyes.
Hmmmm
Stay Blessed