Sometimes the light is blinding, when you've seen so much of darkness. It's a mountain much too tall, that you don't have the stamina to climb. So you fall on you're knees, admitting you can't, because that's the only way you really can.
You brave the cold, accepting the absence of warmth, knowing that it is only for a time. Summer has to keep it's promise eventually. Spring will soon roll in with a kiss, a soft little melody that tells us it doesn't forget. We must hold fast and trust the One that really knows us. There's nothing worse in this world than fear without a cure, but we don't have to live that way, we know the cure, we belong to the only hands that can heal.
So let's end our charade, crying like pain is all we know. We've been given so much more than that. Hope is the strongest kind of fire, but you have to let it in. It's as steady as the sun, coming, going, but always promising it's return.
And when we see it leaving us
Even only for a time
We have to let it bleed
With clarity of mind
Staining all our skies
We always have to try.
"Let us hold fast the confession of our hope without wavering, for He who promised is faithful." -Hebrews 10:23
