Fading Battle Scars

Comforting God's Child

God helps me through when I have scars,
He turns them around making them stars;
Those who are weak He becomes weak,
So He may win over whoever is meek;
For He will turn our mourning into cheer,
To give comfort chasing away the fear;
All the sorrow and pain will soon cease,
Replacing it in my heart with His peace;
My hurts fade as my troubles are given,
And hear God's voice that all is forgiven;
Sharing my troubles with God our Lord,
Keeps my confidence and faith restored;
In return I obey our Lord all He command,
And persevere on what He has planned;
I cast all my worries and care upon Him,
For He cares when it's good and grim;
Since I am a child of God He's my Father,
For He keeps danger away more farther;
He watches over His children night and day,
And cautions us when we start to stray.

Richard Newton Sherrer

Copyright ©2003 Richard Newton Sherrer

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