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