Self Image

My soul is weary
and curls up to sleep
shattered and torn.
The memories have
caused it to weep,
and wonder
why it was born.

A light passes through
and rests just inside,
an angel has taken refuge.
The soul feels the spark
burning so wide,
hope has ended the deluge.

There is an angel inside
you and me.
We have only to call.
Burdens so heavy
we stumble
and fall, but Christ will
answer our call.

The angel came from far above
to give us hope to cling to.
Jesus sent us His eternal love,
He died for me and you.

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