My heart cries out
In an otherwise silent room
My grief defines me
I call your name
Praying for a response
My grief a crushing boulder
The phone rings
I expect to hear your voice
My grief explodes
A Bible in my hands
Verses stand out
My grief ever present
A realization has come to me
It is not your comfort that I crave
My grief subsides
God is good
He hears my pleas
My grief ever a part of me
My heart still breaks
But in His hands
My grief no longer mine to bear
A humble servant
Finds her faith
My grief a map to His heart
A thankful child prostrate to Abba
Can fathom His joy
My grief a tool to shine His glory
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