Compassion's Target

Undergirding a friend for good.

I am down

With the doubting and dirty.

I am here

With the broken and pained.

I am still

Bearing hope to the hopeless.

That the loss

Will be more than re-gained.

For I bring

Not my own faltering mercy.

Since I know

It alone won’t  suffice.

But I come

With the heart of the Saviour.

Friend, I come

In the power of Christ.

I have prayed

For the right kind of comfort.

I have bound

All the naggings of Hell.

Jesus, come,

You know all this friend’s burden.

Saviour, come,

You do everything well.

Reviews

[Time's The Bond]

I love this! the way you make it seem hopeless and sad then bring it back up saying you do not bear it alone.


If you don't mind I'd love if you reviewed one or a few of my poems. :-)