Dawn & Dusk

Why must I suffer?
Why must I hurt?
Why must my mood
Be dragged through the dirt?

Why this intense pain
In the depths of my soul?
And why can’t I close
This gaping, cavernous hole?

What must I do
For things to be made right?
I have faced my trauma
And put up a relentless fight

I have faced the pain
With no shield or protection
Carried on working
Staying focused on my mission

And yet still here I am
Curled up in agony again
My face being drenched
By the waters of this rain

But every tear
Is a drop of gold
God collects them in a bottle
Far too precious to be sold

And as He works
To turn things around for my good
He remembers my pain
The agony I withstood

So from it
He blooms a flower
A darkened rose
Birthed from my darkest hour

And from it flows
The most wonderful fragrance
An everlasting reminder
Of His incredible deliverance

And so as I wait
For this vision to come true
I picture it in my heart
To help me make it through