Spiritual Practice
I Come to You
Lord,
I come to you with worries and fears
You give me hope
I run to you in the rush of the day
You are never too busy
I am the shy child who gently pulls your cloak
You open your arms wide
I am the child who bolts to you, screaming
You cradle me in your love
I come to you in the silence or with emotions raging
You listen and you understand
—from devozine (January/February 2016). Copyright © 2015 by The Upper Room®. All rights reserved.
