green pastures soft meadows trees shelter wild flowers sun shining blue water new summer leaves growing

This isn’t the first time you’ve done this Disappointed me in my grief This isn’t the first time you’ve brought me To tears and to disbelief But I will find from inside me The strength to give praise to my God For even from this, He can save me Even from this, can bring good

Sometimes, you lose a poem It falls from your mind like drops of sunlight Pouring molten into the next At least, you pray, it’ll have a good rest

we conquered cities we stomped our feet danced our war to every beat of our twin hearts and no retreat cry, my love the taste is sweet

broken eggshells my heart emptiness inside

Today, I remind myself there is always cause to give thanks: breath is in my lungs, and I am alive to praise the God who makes my heart beat and gives me song to carry me through the night and days that are too long.

Morning breaks the night Dawn shatters in light Hours passed like dreams Nothing what it seems