My child,
I know
that you are hurting.
I know
the pain inside you
for
I am there
in the midst of it.
I know you longing
for someone to care;
for someone to speak softly to you;
for someone to hold you.
Look not
to others.
They have their own troubles.
They cannot know;
cannot understand
fully
how you feel.
They are not close enough.
They are not there
inside your pain
as I am.
Look rather
to Me.
I understand.
I care
and
I can help.
I long to help.
I will speak softly to you.
My words bring comfort.
My words bring life.
My words bring joy.
And
I will hold you in My arms.
My arms are strong.
They will
hold you;
protect you;
comfort you.
You can do no better
than come to Me.
Turn your eyes,
your thoughts,
your heart
to Me.
One word;
one whisper
from you
is all I need
and
I will be there.
My child,
I am waiting.
© Kathleen Wilks
About the author
Kathleen Wilks
I have been writing poems for a number of years now and many of them have been used as prayers in church services.
Recently I have started to write meditations. These are based on people in the Bible who met with Jesus.
Other meditations are to be read on a more personal level as God speaks to us, collectively or as individuals where we are now.
The meditations can be used in services, in study groups or in private.
I live in York, England, and worship at Holy Trinity Church, Heworth, and St Olave's Church in York.
I work as Property Manager for the Diocese of York in the Church of England.