While

While

While you were fretting, I’ve been working.

You cannot see me, but I am moving mountains.

They are not the mountains you’ve been despairing,

they are the unseen problems I know best.

For while you’ve been crying, I have held you,

while you’ve been hurting, I’ve been healing.

I am solid and secure while you are wondering where to go:

So stay beneath my cradling wings for a while.

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