Bridle of Love

Written by Lisa DeVinney on . Posted in poetry

If I would wear the bridle of Thy will,
Then lead me gently, Father, in Thy grace;
With cords of love that bind my tender heart.
And draw me to a safe and peaceful place.
Then take from off my shoulders, Lord, this yoke
Of doubts, and fears, and sorrows that oppress;
So I may find that perfect joy and peace
That Thou hast promised, in Thee, I possess.
Oh Lord, Thou art to me a sure repose;
A shelter where my weary soul may hide.
I lay my burdens now, Lord, at Thy feet;
As here, in Thy sweet presence, I abide.
“I drew them with gentle cords, with bands of love,
And I was to them as those who take the yoke from their neck.
I stooped and fed them.”
Hosea 11:4 NKJV
©Lisa (Kesinger) DeVinney, December 2009

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