HOPE, RAMBLE

Waiting for test results,

I admit that I am scared.

So I turn to the Lord,

asking for a healing,

but knowing in my heart

that whatever the doctor says,

I have hope.

I walk in His footsteps,

knowing Jesus has a plan.

Before I was born,

He had my life mapped out.

He bled for me,

washing me clean,

sacrificed his life for my sins.

I must rely and remind myself

that whatever happens,

I am wrapped in His wings,

held in His hands.

I've had a good life,

been loved and had love returned.

I've been happy and sad,

healthy and not.

But since I was five,

Jesus has been in my heart.

He is in control.

Sure I've turned my back on Him,

more than once or twice.

I was sure that He was mad at me.

unfortunately not trusting Him,

scared because of what my earthly father did.

I know now, though, He has always loved me,

wanting only the best for me.

So I've jumped off the fence,

traveled the narrow road,

stumbled a few times.

But I'm still here,

despite my life.

So as long as I have breath,

there is hope.

Psalm 9:18:  But God will never forget the needy; the hope of the afflicted will never perish.