Encouragement, poetry, Rest

A Place of Healing

A month or so ago, I woke up with the first two lines of a little poem running through my mind. The words stayed with me throughout the day, into the next, and began to expand. Over the course of several days, I found myself adding to and polishing the verses until they became a true poem. It pretty well captures the tenderness I felt from my God while I was sick.

His mercies are truly new every morning.

I want to share it with you today.




My Maker lined a nest with love.

He bid me settle in.

Murmuring words of tenderness, 

He set my broken wing.

He fed me with the finest feast and

Quenched my thirsting soul with

Water from Eternal Springs until

My wing was whole.

More significant than mended bones

Was the work He did within to

Heal my weary, broken heart as 

I sat and talked with Him.

Whatever’s wrong, whatever hurts, 

I highly recommend you

Skip man’s feeble substitutes. 

Take it straight to Him.



“Come, all you who are thirsty, come to the waters; and you who have no money, come, buy and eat! Come, buy wine and milk without money and without cost.    Isaiah 55:1