My Champion, Defender strong –
Does carry forth from turmoil’s throng
My feeble frame. He sets my soul
In places peaceful, lovely, whole.
When I one step no more may take,
He lifts my head. Make no mistake.
I’m confident my Confidante
Excels all else that I may want.
His mighty power, mercy mild
Will carry home this trusting child.
Oh, may I rest within His wrap
Until He leads the final lap.
c2017 by Linda Ann Nickerson
Adapted by this user from vintage artwork.
This poem was posted in response to these prompts:
April A to Z Blog Challenge
National Poetry Writing Month / NaPoWriMo
Simply Snickers: “confidante” and “confident”