Mental Rest, part 2

The hurting heart inside of me
Wears tears and scars from years of wounds,
Yet still I hope and trust in You
Whose scars and wounds outweigh my own.
Though things may come repeatedly
To tear my aching soul apart,
I’m sure of what You’ve promised me
A place of rest within Your heart.

 
 
 

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