One day the pain comes,
It stays and it lingers,
And it won't let go,
As it steeps
In the depths of your hurting soul.
It clings to injustice
And it shatters your peace,
It rejuvenates in self pity
And abounds in defeat.
It becomes a city
With confusing, long streets,
It laughs in the face
Of your little, kind deeds.
The city is empty
And the friends have left,
You are but a shadow
Of your self, once well kept.Another step in the rain
And despair surrounds you,
The echo of thunder
Now completely abounds you.
Yet another step is walking
Beside you, in the rain,
Someone Who had already paid
For your struggles and pain.
He knows the way out
Of your city of pain
He created green pastures
For your soul to stay.
He clothed the mountains in beauty
And stretched the skies far,
He breathed the man into existence
And with one word, He created a star.
He comes to your city
In the darkest of nights
And offers His hand
In the purest of lights.
He gently lifts you
From the depths of your pain
That in Him you might be
Without blemish or stain.
His new creation
In His glorious sight,
Perfect and holy
As you now walk in His light.
Copyright © 2014 Cristina Miller
