WHEN HE CUPS HIS HANDS

by Shelly Wilson

Sweet child come near my feet For you are weary and fatigued I’ve waited for your sweet return I’ve watched you as every tear burned.

I’ve seen thy turmoil and stress Wondering will there be a rest A long season still it is, yes And I can see your winded chest.

The voices around can be heard Louder and louder they stir But lift up your head and you’ll see I’ve covered your ears but to Me.

My child go ahead pour thy soul You thought the healing so very slow Your mind it is wrestling again With that which is gone round the bend.

Your Spirit is yearning after Me Praying and building up strength So rest here for I’ve knelt down low Eye to eye we’re very very close.

Feel my hands now placed into yours Shielding your ears from lying words Cupped are My hands bout your face As your Father with resurrection grace.

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