July 21, 2012
There are times when all we have to offer God is our tears, when the brokenness of the world becomes clear and we grow weary and we grieve. The healing of eternity feels so far away and every joyful moment we've experienced seems to fade into distant memory. We live in the desert. We grow angry with God and try to carry our burdens on our own, and when they become too much, we grow angrier still. Then we finally drop the good Christian facade that says we're fine, and we cry out to God... and He answers our pounding fist with words of love. That is freedom. And so we water the desert with the tears we weep and God in His sovereignty causes a harvest to abound. Oh marvelous mystery!
In the Desert with my
Tears
The dust
rises
In clouds around me
To mock the
cloudless sky
As my knees
hit the ground
I'd cry
If I had the
strength
But my eyes
stay as dry
As my
parched throat
My muscles
ache
As I lie
Crumpled
beneath the weight
Of the pain
I carry
Normally
I'd grit my
teeth
And continue
on my journey
But today
I simply
Can't
The sand is
coarse against my skin
The sun is
hot
But the
anger in my heart
Burns even
hotter
As I wonder
Where You
are
And why you
would call me
Here
To this
place of pain
To this
desert
When I can
still taste paradise
And suddenly
The air
grows thick with mystery
My fist hits
the sand
There's so
much I just
Can't
understand
But You
whisper to me
Softly
Words of
love
And nothing
more
I am angry
with You, Lord!
And still
You love?
The tears
cannot be stopped
As they
gently, quickly fall
And the
weight of it all
Begins to
lift
And
everything I've missed
Becomes
clear
I will water
this desert
With my
tears
And pray
That someday
A harvest
will abound
From this
parched and broken ground
For only You
can satisfy
And bring
fruit
From a land
so dry
And hopeless
So here am I
In the
desert with my tears.
Stephanie M.
Frakes
July 21,
2012
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