An Excerpt from "An Orphan's Prayer"
Even as I lay in the darkness
Each night somehow I feel assured,
That no matter how lost I appear,
I am not alone.
Holy hands guard my steps;
sacred fingers wipe my tears,
touching my lonely heart.
The One who made me,
The God that knew me before I was born,
Hears me every time I call.
He whispers His promises in my ear.
I listen with hope to His voice.
Auther unknown
"Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born, I set you apart."
Jeremiah 1:5
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