He

when I feel the cold air close in

or watch the empty threats of loneliness

attempt to steal the joy from my heart,

He is there.

there in the painful bitterness

of rejection and insecurities,

calling me His own.

there in the sorrow and confusion

as I experience the sting

of my own self destruction.

He takes me by the hand

and reminds me

of the inheritance that no one can take away

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