I wake up at night, cold and alone
With nothing but scilence as my companion
And I wonder out loud
"If God loves me so,
Then why has my life decived me?
Why do I try so hard?
To find my hands empty
And torn.
*
I get no answer that night,
So conitnue with the harsh pattern of exsitence
Wondering what I did to desrve
Such pain and spite
*
My world is bleak with darkness,
My dreams crushed by reality
My hope has withered away
into fine dust
*
I continue to ask
Continue to pray
Begging the great God above
To show me the way
*
But for months I get nothing
Making my tears warm with bitterness
My ears blocked to verity
My hands torn by thorns.
*
Then one fine day,
during a starless night,
I find the way,
wriiten in a book
That I know is right
*
And something speaks to me
consoling me,
informing me
That the storm is over,
*
With every shadow,there is a ray of light
With every death, there is a birth
With every hardship, there is a clearing
And with every rose there is a thorn
I may get beaten by today's thorns
But I should never give up hope for tomorrows roses.



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