the pouring rain . . . of pain
Sometimes my mouth couldn't speak
Only my souls moans could repeat
the complex language of my aching heartbeats
when I couldn't see a way out
So my soul praises You in a shout!
My feet dance in delight all about
The impossible has become substance
transformed into faith's evidence
Long prayers, short prayers, In tears, in pain, in boldness in shame. Sometimes in moans, silent thoughts . . . It matters not.
lovely
really liked this, boucy yet tame
Thank you
Thank you
Prophetic Echo
Gail Clarke