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Someday

Written by , Posted in Love Poetry

Here I am before you Dear,
I’m on my knees.
The rocks are sharp, the earth’s cold,
But I don’t wear my sandals…

The land I stand on‘s laced in red,
My knees are cut, my feet are torn,
My heart lays here in pieces…
I swallow tears and scream Your name!
I need your Holy whispers…

And in my hand, as if for life I clutch a box of matches…

Will a box of matches keep me warm?
Will I survive this winter?
Will a box of matches give me light?
Will I make it out of this dark alive?

I strike a match and light a frozen candle.

A faint flame, the story of my naked soul,
Trembling but somehow, still burning.

And as I watch the flame give light and dance to the winds rhythm,
I know You’re here, within, You are the flame in me…
Through sharp stabs of pain, in the darkness, gripped by cold,
I lift all fragments of my broken heart and I lay them at Your Holy feet…
And in my pain, despite all scars I raise my voice and sing a song to You:

My Darling, I don’t understand Your ways,
And Your reasons make no sense to me…
And even though I try, these wounds I just don’t comprehend.
And these tears don’t make much sense to me…
I keep screaming to the heavens “Why?!”
But there’s only silence and my voice is now broken.
I can’t understand the reasons for my torn up heart,
I only tried to love…
I only tried to be the best for You.
I just don’t understand Your ways,
I just don’t know the reasons for the pain You allow…

But as I watch the flame give light and dance to the winds rhythm,
I know…

Someday, I’ll understand Your every way
And I’ll explain every single tear that day,
Someday, it will all make perfect sense,
I’ll trace my every scar and I will show the world why…
Someday, I’ll remember every single loss
and I’ll see Your perfect love.
Someday, I’ll understand your every way,
It will all make perfect sense that day…

And one day, I’ll stand up tall, right by your side,
And in Your hands will lay my broken heart,
No longer broken…

You’ll answer my every question,
and show me why it had to hurt so bad.

Someday, I’ll understand it all…
And then I’ll say:
Darling, thank you, it was worth it all…

But until then:

I’m on my knees.
The rocks are sharp, the earth’s cold,
But I don’t wear my sandals…

The land I stand on‘s laced in red,
My knees are cut, my feet are torn,
My heart lays here in pieces…
I swallow tears and scream Your name!
I need your Holy whispers…

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