Beloved, You’re found in human need,
In all that love divine can feed:
In sorrows, sores, where lonely speak,
In sickness, age, and poverty.
Beloved, in angry words or blame,
In twisted tales, Your torments name.
In every cruel, depraved disguise
My heaven calls, for there You lie.
Beloved, I greet You every day
By friendly smiles, with gentle ways.
I see You in all hungry eyes,
Find paradise in plaintive cries.
Beloved, your needs, the One caressed,
Your broken spirit His, distressed.
Your voice trills music for my song,
Your face reflects alone God’s Son.
first published in Penned From The Heart Devotional
©2002 Bonnie Manion