Hero Worship
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
Image:
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”
#atozchallenge
#napowrimo
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