One hundred and fourteen days
Of blessings abound
Ninety-one years
Silence is a deafening sound
No more baby crying
Death rattle haunts as a sound of dying
The quiet and dark absence of sounds
Brings fear in the storm moves my soul like thunder
And crashes like cymbals so sharply resounds
Earth vessels have been taken asunder
Human pain grips us and binds
It is in this time that God's love finds
And gives us strength to see through the rain
Wipes our tears and eases our pain
I am dark and withdrawn
Yet God is light and a melody to my song
A time of despair, a season of grief
Left with God's truth, my sole remaining belief
I shudder, I weep and this too shall pass
For only what's done for Christ will last
Wow -- Only what's done for Christ will last. How powerful this is... And I'm not just saying that - you are so gifted, thank you for sharing your gift. To share one's gift even in their pain is so profound.
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