My Jesus in Leu

Poems and Things

By Rachel Wrathall


My life is a blur

And to be honest I’m sure

I’m a real big mess,

I stress.


At the same time I’m comforted,

there’s someone watching over me.

In Heaven I’m not shorted,

If I just would bend a knee.


Before, in the past

When I wasn’t having a blast,

I’d cry in the night

Over my plight.


The angels overhead,

Have slowly strengthened me.

And my husband sleeping in bed

Surely for or me, did pray a plea.


Angels, thank you,

My Jesus suffering in leu.

My yet children from above

You are, to me, a dove.