The sun goes down,
But it’s light,
Surely returns,
With the moon.
The fruits fall off,
But it’s seeds,
Graciously multiplies,
With the trees, they grow.
Tear drops fall,
Purifying the eye,
To heal the heart,
Who wish, to stop at times.
Rain drops fall,
Releasing the weight,
Of the heavy sky,
To give life, to the ground that's dry.
On my knees I fall,
A sobbing soul, with bleeding eyes,
Lying on a bed, of rose thorns,
A crushed heart in my palms,
Like a puzzle, impossible to combine.
To rise back up,
And walk in a path,
Filled with beautiful roses,
That delights, my heart.
Stronger than ever,
In the arms, of My Jesus,
Experiencing, the greatest,
Love of my life.
-Debra R. N. Ludwick-
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