Guess what? I write poetry.

My dearest Child,

Come cry on my shoulder,
 I've been waiting for you,
It hurts to see you like this,
when I could pull you through.

My arms are spread wide open,
but there's a cold and empty space.
You ought to be confiding
in My comforting embrace

I would listen to your heartaches,
and kiss away you tears,
Let me hold your tender heart
and I will vanquish all your fears.

Although you might not see it clearly,
trust Me, I know best.
I've never let you down before,
Just trust, and let me do the rest.

Love,
               God


P.S. Please don't copy without permission!

~Annie :)