Hold me when life’s cruel winds strip my hope and mock my grit, hold me when the darkest nights replace true light with counterfeit. When strength rings hollow, valour rouse – and hold me in your tender boughs.
Hold me when life’s cruel winds
strip my hope and mock my grit,
hold me when the darkest nights
replace true light with counterfeit.
When strength rings hollow,
valour rouse –
and hold me in your tender boughs.
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Such a sweet photo ; such perfectly suited words.
Isn’t it cute? It reminded me of an elderly couple embracing.
Or as my parents always say “We are just holding each other up.”!
Ah, how sweet…
Nice.
Thank you! 🙂
Oh boy, do I LOVE this one, Mel! Perfect–and HE does!!!
I love what you get out of these things… 🙂
Love the picture and, of course, your words!!! You have a way with both and draw our hearts right along on your mind’s travel!!!! Very hopeful! Blessings to you!
Thanks so much, Heidi!
This was sweet, Melody! Thank you for lifting me up today!
How can you not think of an elderly couple hugging when you see this?? 🙂 Thanks, Debbie…
How sweet, both the photo and the words. 🙂
Thanks, Imelda! This is actually one tree with a split double trunk – he (or she) is hugging him/herself! How cute is that? 🙂
A solid mating between the photo and the beautiful poem!
Russ
🙂 Why, thank you!
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