You Take Care

Even when I’m good

You know the bad in me

The troubles inside

That I can’t see


You take care

You hold on

Search for me everywhere

When I’m afraid to move on


You’re by my side

You comfort me

Your arms are open wide

To them I flee


When troubles come

I fall on my knee

Your will be done

Is what I plea


I don’t understand

Your great plans

But I see your healing hand

That helps me to stand


You are my strength

When I am weak

Let my life give thanks

For it is you I seek


This poem is about: 
Our world


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