Grateful

When I was wounded in my spirit,

Alone and wondering who cared,

Without direction, ever searching,

Needing someone to be there;

Others turned away and left me

Trying to make it on my own,

But you came along beside me

Sharing love I’d never known.

Receiving love revived my spirit,

And I rejoiced to find a friend.

My life will never be the same,

And I’ll be grateful to the end.

Cherel S. Justice

The spirit of a man will sustain his infirmity;

but a wounded spirit who can bear?

Proverbs 18:14