Bethany
By Sheila Billingsley.
All through the remaining days You watched, You knew, You listened. Your heart must have murmured, Abba. Their faces, Familiar, anxious for you, Their voices, soft in your company Lingering, hesitating to leave your side, Sensing unknowingly the closeness Of your Abba. So loyal Their bond as yet untested, Abba. Gathered in love’s security In Bethany Accepting their offering Anointing, Abba. Just to be with them These final days. Their comfort, Your pain. Your constant silent murmur for them, Abba.
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