Today, I read of the Master healing a man of leprosy.
Full of thorns, I felt my own infirmity.
In my heart, Iâ€™ve often wondered if He would also heal me,
For the moments between joys seem an eternity.
So, I trudge on under the shadow of the valley.
But for all my time there I find a form of tranquility,
Not from hurt or harm but from the toll of losing ecstasy.
So today I stopped being that I might be.
And then something fluttered in front of me.
I stopped reading and looked up to truly see.
There in front of me were two doves perched on my balcony.
Surely harbingers of the peace that God grants you and me
When we turn our cares over to Jesus that we might believe.