In the hush between storms and silence,
He stands, not distant, but near,
A warrior wrapped in glory,
A Father whose song you can hear.
Not a chant of rebuke or reminder,
Not judgment dressed in flame,
A melody laced with mercy,
A refrain that whispers your name.
He delights in your every heartbeat,
Even when hope feels thin,
His voice like rivers restoring,
A lullaby deep within.
You are not lost, nor forgotten,
He surrounds, protects, renews,
Over the scars and stories,
His song sings life into you.
© Susan Ruth Robertson
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