why we can actually love our stories…
…and maybe trust that the Author loves us, too…
a poem, written by a heart that doubts more than I’d care to admit:
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You are faithful when I rest
You are faithful when I work
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You are faithful when I’m happy
You are faithful when I’m hurt
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You are faithful in the evening
You are faithful in the day
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You are faithful through the night
You sing melody at daybreak
You are faithful when I’m right
You are faithful when I’m wrong
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You are faithful when I can’t
find the words to sing Your song
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You are faithful to the animals
You are faithful to the trees
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You promise to come back
and take the pain from them and me
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You are faithful when I weep
You are faithful when I dance
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You are the author of joy
You call us home in true romance
You are faithful when I know
I need you all the time
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You are faithful when I say
“I’ve got this. This life is mine.”
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You are faithful every season
You are faithful in all Your plans
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You are faithful to me always,
for I am always in Your hands.
“Surely Your goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.” Psalm 23:6
“The Father loves the Son and has placed everything in His hands.” John 3:35
Blessings and peace to you,
Robyn