to behold what the light will reveal,
in the hope of promise,
of relief
of reprieve
of safety
and no more despair,
one finds what one is hoping for
waiting for,
in the smallest of ways
as The Promiser delivers.
Just as He is waiting to do as He said he would
if we would but look to Him,
trust in Him
turn from the pain
from the distraction
all by design.
As the light trickles in
What once was weariness
is now consumed,
overtaken by sheer joy;
the result and reasonable response
of gratitude.
Rest is a beautiful, refreshing quality.
3 comments:
Did you write this, Tracy? Love it.
Hi Lynne! Glad you like my poem :)
Great Job mommy!
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