The feeling comes again
The feeling when the heart is so battered,
So bruised and torn that the beating of it is enough
Enough and all that is left
Except to turn to Him
The Healer
The One
And ask
Please, let this time be the end
Let it be the last time
Can it be over, please?
And when He says
Daughter, you must learn
Learn of peace
You say, as the Centurion of old
I believe, help my unbelief.
Then He will say,
I know you,
I love you
And when you have learned the lesson
I sent you to learn
It will be enough.
Though you still hurt
And the being is of the walking wounded
The heart feels
The gentle, beseeched peace
Reached at last
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