The Garden of Grief
I sit here on my knees in the garden of grief
Where does my hope come from?
The mourning is exposing my every need
What else might God have done?
The enemy’s voice is loud as blood drips from my brow
My hands begin to shake
The other path exposes the darker route
God, is there another way?
I walk over to my support and find them asleep
I need their prayers
A text message of encouragement would work just fine
Slowly they’re turning into my betrayers
This garden is holistically overwhelming me
I feel hope clashing with pain
This journey is about surrendering my will for Yours
So hold me while I pray
*This poem is taken from my new book Hope in the Mourning*
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Edited by Annie Oyer
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