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When thy flowers their colors loose And thy leaves are green no more When thy grasses wither and pales In the midst He's nigh to thee For to thee so grieved at heart And unto thee so far from smiles, Hath He chosen to be nearer, That thy soul wouldst never quiver Into His hands, thou hath He gathered Thy withering heart to Himself nearer That in His Love thou might be kept Well nurtured and brought to wholeness His plans for thee always so perfect That in His will thou wouldest flourish Though there be nothing to keep thee smiling A balm of love He is to thee Completely hath He vowed His life to thee As a friend closer than a brother And a Lord caring than a master Mending thy life His utmost goal Therefore our healing doth remain His focus That we might heal and be made whole And though our lives in paleness sink He restores the beauty therein Our shattered pieces He doth gather Mending the fractures of our past Upon our lives His beauty shines Turning our wild forests into tranquil gardens. ©heavenly_broadcast # PUNCHLINE- Amidst falling autumn leaves, thy comforter abides with thee. For the Lord heals every broken heart and upholds every broken life turned to Him. Psalm 34:18- “The Lord is high unto them, that are of a broken heart... ” Photo Credits- darksouls1 www.pixabay.com
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