My hope
My healing
My help
My heart
You hold it all in the palm of your hand
Before
I was hopeless
I would alternate between hurting and healing
I would not allow or accept help from anyone
I would give my heart away until it bled...repeatedly
Now
You give me a reason to hope
You healed all my wounds-physically, mentally and spiritually
You provide my help...I do nothing in my own strength
You have taken my heart and repaired it beyond belief
It is whole again and I am #grateful
Yes, you hold me in the palm of your hands
National Poetry Month #3