My Refuge

My Refuge

(by Ruth Martin)

Many times I, as a child,

would hurt myself while playing,

And fast as little feet could go,

I'd run home sobbing, saying,

"I fell down and hurt myself,

I bumped my head and knee.

I cut my hand and bruised my feet.

I'm bleeding. Do you see?"

Then loving arms would hold me tight.

Kind hands would dry my tears.

Soft murmurs. oh so gentle,

Would drive away my fears.

"I Know it hurts--it hurts me, too,

To see you in such pain."

Then healing kiss and tender touch

Would make me well again.

Now I no longer am a child.

I suffer deeper woes.

Still just as fast as heart can fly

I go to One Who knows.

"I hurt my head and skinned my knee-

(Someone broke my heart.")

"My hands and feet are bruised so bad--

(My world just fell apart.")

Then loving Arms enfold me close,

One whispers in my ear,

"I know it hurts--it hurts Me, too,

To see those bitter tears.

I'll heal your wounded, broken heart,

I'll stay here close to you.

I know dear Child just how you feel.

You see, I've been hurt, too."

"With crown of thorns my brow was torn,

A spear my side thrust through,

My hands and feet nailed to a cross.

I bore it all for you.

But now I'm always with you

Through ev'ry joy and pain.

So bring me all your burdens.

You'll never come in vain."

So when I am fearful or lonely or sad,

When heartaches and sorrows befall,

I run fast to Jesus, rush into His arms

His love gently wraps 'round it all.

There's no pain or suff'ring that He does

not know,

He tread that dark valley alone

Now He is my Master, my Savior and Lord,

His comfort and strength are my own.

Story that goes with the poem: "My Refuge"

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