April 8, 2012

I will praise You, Lord,

When my heart is breaking

And my body is broken.

When I’m alone

When I struggle to accept the way things are,

I will thank You.

I will lay down my pain at your feet:

The tears that no one sees;

The weariness that no one guesses;

The falling when no one is looking.

I praise You…because…

You are all I have left.

You Yourself will come to me

In my emptiness,

In my brokenness.

When I have nothing left,

That is when I have everything—

In You, Jesus.

Your love falls gently like raindrops on my heart.

The breeze of Your Spirit dries my tears.

I might still hurt for a little while,

But I am not alone.

And I would rather have the pain with You, Jesus,

Than to be comfortable without You.

Even so, come, Lord Jesus.

Amen.