I’m willing to brave the pain of the thorns, to capture the beauty of the roses. ~ DJF
I pour my heartbreak in your hands,
My Father. Lord. And here I stand.
Amidst these pieces, Shattered wide.
Scattered. Shards, shreds inside.
Hopes long dashed. Battles lost.
Failures felt. Dreams in dust.
Tried and tried and…TRIED AGAIN!!!!
How long this winter season’s been.
I tried this door. Then that one too!!
Yet, each one CLOSED. Won’t let me through.
Steadfast step I long to find.
Steadfast in heart and soul and mind.
I start to dread the winter day.
I ache for spring’s warm sunshine ray.
For heartbreaks hurt!! Each fissure fine.
Pain etched right in this heart of mine.
No schooled surgeon, hands most skilled,
Can mend it up or leave me filled.
Questions. Pressures weigh on me.
Burdens carried silently.
Decisions scurry on their heels.
My heart. It hurts. Oh, let me kneel!
You can smooth these heartbreaks out.
Stitch them up, I have no doubt.
You give me rest and refuge too.
Your faithfulness is always true.
I trust you deep, I really do.
Heartbreak restored and made brand-new.
Distresses deep! Yet, SANCTIFIED!!
Oh Father, all the tears I’ve cried.
But worth each one! to know Your care.
To feel your rescue from despair.
For life is real! And life can hurt!
YET, You excel at mending hearts.
Broken things can cause great pain.
Like thorns with roses, storms with rain.
If all life’s pain could be erased.
Simply GONE!! Without a trace.
Well, would I lose the beauty too?
And would I know to say Thank-You???
Would my faith find root and grow?
Would I pause to plant and sow?
Would I really SEE your gift of grace?
And linger long before your face?
My Bible clasped in fingers tight.
Whispered prayers in dark of night.
And looking back, I pause and see-
Your hand upon my life and me.
My Absolute. My Steadfast Rock.
Anchor for me when I am tossed.
And courage once again is given.
Handed straight from the heart of heaven.
So, I’ll brave the thorns that come my way.
To see the roses BLOOM one day.
For always, always in the end.
Beauty blesses. Beauty mends.
Christ is beauty! Endless love.
He reaches down from up above.
My heartbreak pieces He sweeps up.
With gentle care and tender touch.
For in His time and in His way,
The blossoms start to bud one day.
Unfurling bit by bit they come,
Leaves opening wide to show their form.
Bursting bright despite the thorns.
Each rosebud waves as beauty’s born.
Into the thorns my Jesus steps,
With steady hand, a bouquet clips,
Hands that hold scars and marks for me.
From hanging on that rough, rough tree.
Arranges blooms so perfectly
Then hands them quietly to me.
Eyes full of depth and warmth and love,
“My all for you I gladly give.
I’ve been here all along, my dear.
So don’t you fear, Oh don’t you fear.
Heartbreaks and hurts, Thunder and thorns.
You’re not alone. I see you mourn.
Oh, dearheart! I make all things new!
And always I REMEMBER you.”