Stress is not my friend,
when I am stressed I fall apart,
into a big mushy mess on the floor,
soaked in tears and hugging my blanket around me.
My blanket,
has soaked up many many tears,
it acts as a sheild, and a vanishing cloak,
it hasn't failed me.
It hasn't failed me,
like my Lord, and Abba Father will never fail me.
There is a difference though,
eventually my blanket will be ridden with holes,
and no longer able to protect, and comfort.
But My Abba Father,
has always, is, and will always be here.
My Abba Father is like my blanket,
warm and comforting, and always willing to listen.
He wraps me in his arms and keeps me warm,
he holds me against His chest and allows my tears to fall.
And unlike my blanket,
He always knows when it's time for me to stop,
and be the Strong, Beautiful Woman He has created me to be.
