Always Here

by Thalassa Brytaye - 3:01 PM

Always Here

A hand is on my shoulder laid

So gently and so firmly clasped,

That when it’s there I’m not afraid

Nor ever can I be dismayed

For such a strength and hope are stayed

Within that calming grasp.

A voice within my ear does breath

Its tone as low and sweet as dawn,

It comforts me whene’er I grieve

Melodiously it doth wreath

My thoughts and never does it leave

Me lost or all alone.

A peace within my soul has grown

From this small seed that faith did give,

In such a way that though its blown

And all the pow’rs of Hell are shown

Arrayed against it – yet ‘tis known

That such a peace will live.

A love has wrapped me all around,

And all within. So ever near

Is it that though my fears abound

And I am smitten to the ground

By my own sin – it will be found

That He is always here.

Makalani