Whispers
Whispers in my heart
Telling of the Hope,
Not forsaken, never alone,
Always in the palm of His hand.
My name inscribed there.
The vision of Him bending down
To hear my prayer.
Listening. Caring.
Taking time to hear me.
How can it be that the Creator
Who molded all we see
Out of nothing
Would care for me?
Gratitude simply isn’t enough.
Devotion is a start.
Eternity is the time to spend saying,
“I love You.”
– RG