![]() |
My husband is a minister. This poem is dedicated to him. |
| You are the one who comforts me when life seems like insanity when hurricanes of doubt flood my weary soul. You are the one who reminds me that love is not a four word curse. You reach your hand out for me to hold. Faithful and strong your faith entwines with mine and we walk into the future . With our mighty God we leave our troubles far behind. |