There was a time when I may
have thought I was brave.
I jumped at new chances
with the passion of a tidal wave.
Fear seemed far away
and the possibilities endless…
And it is often with a twinkle
of nostalgia that I peer back in time
to those days of seeming invincibility.
But this I call to mind and therefore
I have hope ::
Because of the LORD’S GREAT LOVE
I AM NOT CONSUMED
HIS COMPASSIONS THEY NEVER FAIL
HIS MERCIES ARE NEW EVERY MORNING.
For you see, I traveled with him
in these days of young and brave but
I had yet to find the end of myself
in a heart that could be broken,
betrayed, and cry with the grief down deep
of a world gone wrong.
I came home weak after days of courage waned
and I cared for a mama eaten away by cancer.
And the prayers of hope died a slow death that
she would be healed in this life.
And there are other private pains that took
my once brave and squashed it with a cold hand of steel.
But that is not the end of the story…
is it for you?
I have learned these past 10 years of a brave
that lays my naked soul upon an altar of
surrender. That merges all of its
brightest hopes and dreams with
the light of the world to come and when
I ache to see that world come here. NOW.
My brave cries frail and full and weeps
upon the bed of this world’s sorrow and asks
for the strength to live in any small, miniscule
way that would buff the dull pictures too many
have of the God who is LIFE & more and the
only faithful for all the ages past and all the
ages to come…Embodied brave that molecule by molecule
is conquering till the end and bringing to life a life that will never end.