And I cry.
and try to convince myself that I am not alone.
Yet, I listen to the voice pull me further from my home.
I see my reflection and wish a shattered mirror.
I listen to my failures and focus on my error.
I try to hear Him in the wind and the rain;
turn my aching ear to hear His voice again.
I sing the songs, and I know the steps.
I’ve heard the sermons, my boxes are all checked.
But I’m empty and I hear no calming voice
I cover my ears to shut out my noise.
And He hears.
I heard your prayers. I see your tears.
You’ve never once danced alone.
I walked those paths, felt the rocky soil
of that place that you call home.
I’ve been alone, without a friend,
not one to heal my wounds.
I felt the sting of goodbye, the ache of hate,
the glares from across the room.
But, the only difference between you and I,
that piece that blinds your scope,
is the empty tomb I left behind;
the assurance of your eternal hope.
I hold those hands you lift in prayer
while I hold the sky above.
I’m in the wind and storms you feel.
I’m the ever present love.
You’ll never fit within that space.
That world is not your home.
My gift for you is on the path of grace
My Spirit won’t leave you alone.
I ache to show you your home above,
a home meant just for you.
I left this place of perfect love
to offer everyone another view.
I took on pain and guilt,
and carried all the shame.
My heart breaks alongside yours
as I think of every name.
But, I know it hurts.
and I know you’re tired.
I see you try and try.
I won’t walk away, won’t give up, won’t ever say goodbye.
So, lift your head to see the end.
Find your joy along the path.
Pain will come along your way,
but there’s purpose in each task.
I’m with you on your journey.
I’m with you on this road.
I’m in the dance you dance each day,
and I lighten every load.
Your journey doesn’t end there.
Focus on what’s to come.
Your journey ends right here with me,
where the sun never met a horizon.
I have heard your prayer and seen your tears. I will heal you. ~2 Kings 20:5