A River of Grief
There is a river of grief that is dammed up in my head.
It brims over its banks and pools behind my eyes.
It spurts out of my mouth with words best left unsaid.
And surges from my lungs in shallow gasping sighs.
ďThis isnít fair! Why? There must be an answer.
God, please donít let the dam break,Ē I moan.
"Iíll drift away. I have no heart anchor.
I canít hold back this flood on my own.
This great river of grief must be diverted,
My bulwark canít fail: there is no place to break down.
The current is strong and the waters are dirty andclouded.
I canít swim the tide of grief; Iíll drown."
Then I heard the Holy Spirit through the rushing torrent.
ďLet Jesus, your Savior be a canal for the pain.
Wait on the Lord, be faithful, be patient.
He has the power and the will to give you joy again.Ē
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