You

In the darkness of the night,
You are here,
Holding my hand,
Stroking my hair.

My love for you,
Bigger than my heart can hold,
A friendship so dear,
One that will never grow old.

We’ve been up that mountain,
And down that steep hill,
We have spoken in dead silence,
And prayed God’s will.

You are my gift,
God gave me from above,
The person I trust most,
Beautiful like a white dove.

Published by Jenn Till Lee Copyrighted, all rights reserved.

Writing poems as an outlet for healing. My hope is in Christ

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