Armored with Love
He called me to the safest port,
The House where Love prevails,
My only Hope and last resort,
His shelter never fails.
The Church is where I learned to love,
Without expecting pay.
I learned to touch without a glove
To caution my display.
My Savior held me on my feet,
When I was sure to fall,
His knowledge of me was discrete,
And threatened, not at all.
When trouble broke my heart and back,
And wars upset my life,
He stood with me against attack,
Protecting me from strife.
He didn't stop my many falls,
They came. It's nature's way.
But overcame the worst pitfall,
That I would lose my way.
He kept me pointed toward my goal,
To serve His Way and man,
He saved my life and then my soul,
With Grace He only, can.
Just knowing He was by my side,
Allowing my best shot,
Enabled me to put aside,
The fear I then forgot.
by W.G. Darsey
... who is a retired geologist and financier, with professional
writing credits from international experience, now composing
poetry.
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