I’m scared of the thunder
I’m scared of the lightning.
I’m scared mom
It’s pretty frightening.
Can I lay in bed with you,
Can I cuddy up with you?
Keep me safe from the rain.
My dear, Jane
Don’t be scared of the thunder.
Don’t you wonder
What God is saying?
Don’t be scared of the lightning
It’s not frightening.
Get in bed and cuddy up with me.
Listen to the rain fall,
Listen to the thunder,
Watch the lightning,
It’s pretty exciting.
Don’t be scared,
Full of fear.
Don’t you know
God is saying?
“Listen, I’m here!”
Hear attentively the thunder of His voice, And the rumbling that comes from His mouth.
Job 37:2
Written By Bridget Sherman
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2 comments:
I love the mother's heart shown in this poem. That is why hurt or frightened children usually run to mommy...they know there is assurance and comfort to be had there.
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A mother's love for her child shows the comfort of being with her..... lying in bed with her, cuddling.
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