Sometimes your heart is aching,

breaking, torn in two by sorrows keen.

You know you knew but didn't know

you knew 'til now. You thought you

merely dreamed.

Sad bereavement, aching, growing,

Heavy stones in chambers dark

Dismember summer's  shining promise

Death on tiptoes leaves his mark.

Denial saves the soul from dying

Storing up its dreadful news

Until the soul grows wiser

stronger, can the shroud on

night refuse.

Dayshines  bright on sorrows dark

revealing brokenness of heart

Oh come sweet light and chase the fears.

Oh come pure rain of cleansing tears.

Sweep the shadows from the room

and I will wake to greet my Groom.

The One who held me in the dark

And sang me into slumber's arms

Until the light of better days

Allowed the wounded child to play

On safer ground and grow her wings,

And now she runs, now she sees.

Denial vanquished, now believes:

Confronting bitter enemies

I can stand and shout them down

clothed in truth and wedding gown.

Oh come my Groom and let us soar

Above the din--death is no more

The Daystar from on High has come.

Like children we will skip and run

Along the sandy shores of time

For I am His and Truth is mine at last.

© linda settles

www.RedeemingOurTreasures.com