When you can’t trace His hands, trust His heart.
It’s tough isn’t it?
You cry till you are hoarse
Almost a sense of abandonment
Senses tricks you
You feel anything but up high
The shadow of the valleys
They lengthen till it darkens my sights
I can see nothing
But the very ground in which I stand
Even that is a faint view
I remember however
Your whispers during the day
The promises uttered
Never will I leave you or forsake you
Echoes of it ringing in my ear
In the valley
It is silent now
Making my fears seem loud
Yet I remember You
And to You I cling
I trust Your heart
Even when I can’t trace Your hand
Soon, someday soon
Daylight will break
Till then You are building me step by step
Mussita said,
May 9, 2009 at 4:14 pm
this is encouraging!
bethellie said,
May 19, 2009 at 4:59 pm
Thanks Mussita