Broken

Written by Lisa DeVinney on . Posted in poetry

It's when I am so broken…
When I cannot even get up on my knees,
That my dear Savior bends so close,
To pick me up and gently carry me.

 And like a loving Shepherd caring
 For a lost and frightened, little lamb,
 He tenderly surrounds me with
 Assurance that He is the Great I AM.

 Then, as I feel His gentle strength
 Beneath my wounded spirit, I can rise
 As if I'm being borne up by
 His eagle-wings, into the azure skies.

 And as He firmly lifts my chin
 To gaze upon His precious, holy face,
 It's then my strength and spirit are
 Again renewed, by His amazing grace.
 


 "but those who hope in the LORD
will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint."
Isaiah 40:31 NIV
 
 
 
©Lisa DeVinney, September 2009
 

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