God Sent A Blue Rose Of Grief
Adult childrens unrequited love drying out my heart,
Draining the very blood from my body and mind.
Leaving a chilled, and frozen frame of myself that once was,
Longing for the pain to stop, to end...heart heavy barely beating...
Oh Death....where is your sting?
Where is your victory?
For to be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord our God.
In His presence is fullness of joy unspeakable, far beyond any language known upon the earth....
He has a River, flowing with abundance and richness,
His is a River of Life! ! A Promised Land, Guaranteed,
For nothing can snatch me from my Daddy's hands!
I am assured. I am signed, sealed and deliverable.
All redeemed, packaged in pretty papers with Gold lettering,
Hand printed by God His self and topped off with ribbons of pearls and sealed with His Holy Kiss...
For He does not count my sins against me for He knows my heart
He knows me as His Princess...the very woman that Seeks after Gods own heart.
This, He treasures about me...our continual consistant conversations of deep matters.
Grief, grief and more grief....in stages of five....recycling torment...
Shadowing me as my best ever pal....
Shock and denial come to play the numbness is as a cool, and welcome as a breeze on a parched, sweltering summers day.....
Bargoning...the sale is in the basment, down the stairs and to your left...hurry, hurry before all the good stuff is gone forever...unattainable ever again.....
I missed the boat...I am of one and not two like Noahs Arky Arky,
Anger...bitterness...rejection...imprisioned for life with no Parol..no Pardon,
Sadness, never ending dispair... depression...weary and wounded beyond repair upon the earth...
Acceptance...I am a monster to those I bore in my womb, it is written with thier blood...so be it...
God has made a new way...He has opened the door of Love
With grateful, humble heart now...
I am..as Ruth to Naomi... gleaning the fields of Boaz...
Gleaming the fields of Boaz...who in his loving, kindess had his eye set upon me
To turn my mourning into dancing,
To betrove me his everlasting love...
And God is in the Midst of our love.
Preparing both bride and grooms hearts
I know...Hes coming soon.
I am standing on Gods Words for they are powerful and penetrating even to the depth of the very bone.
Thanks be to God...the Lifter and Sustainer of my Head...
And One True Lover of my Soul.
For sending me this most precious soul to love, honor and cherish ♥
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