Tender Heat
Thursday, January 20, 2005
A gentle face with caring eyes
A tender word I cannot deny
A hand reached in and grasped my soul
To stop the pain, and mend the hole.
The tempest and the raging seas
Swirled in anger all around me.
My eyes looked up and there stood one
As brilliant as the rising sun
An ear to hear my deepest fear
A mouth with words so sweet and dear
The arms that fit around me
Held me close so perfectly
A heart so filled with care and love
Is like fresh new rain from up above
When I’m in despair, in pain, in need,
This heart goes out, to plant the seed
Of healing and of happiness
To ease the pain, to give me rest.
These gentle hands of comfort sweet
Have filled the cold with tender heat.
By: Rachel M.F.
