Dying Inside

I am dying inside,
He is the light.
I am crying inside,
He is the sun.
I hurt and He heals.
I want and He gives.
Just when I want to give up,
He gives me strength.
He holds me in His hands like a newborn chick.
I feel His strength shining.
I am in trouble and he comes to my rescue.
I am happy and he feels my joy.
I am sad and he cries for me.
I pray and he listens.
I ask and he gives.
February 19, 2002