Peace is coming.
I see the horizons' edge.
It's almost numbing.
Angry reflections throwing oranges and reds.
I'm fading into quiet, just
waiting to hear the still in silence,
to feel the touch of calm
on my heart from Your Hands' caress.
Touch me where it hurts.
I trust You to.
Even if I cringe at first,
I trust You can heal me so
he can touch me where I hurt.
I trust him, too.
Even when I cringe at first
I'm trusting in You
to let me let him love me, and
to let him hold me when it hurts.
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