Long after my beloved is asleep
Devastated by unanswered prayers and sorrows so deep
I lie awake my body tossing, trembling
Such are the storms of night: unending.
From wherest does my help come from
When prayers bring no relief with each day’s sun?
The hopes are dashed, the relief doesn’t last
And the damage, the pain continues no less.
So many nights where nightmares became reality
So much suffering sends off all memories of normalcy.
People leave your life even when they like you
For fear, for powerlessness, for horror of what is your truth.
New sojourners may come only to wallow awhile with you
Should you happen to find a way out they will be long gone too.
Choose wisely your inner circle my friend
Make sure the Lord is closest-in when the nightmare ends.
He will never leave: His love will fill the gaps
Where others must fail, supernatural strength is what lasts.
You can call Him near, like a salve to the wounds of war
Then peace will come . . . you can carry on from there, dear one.
Now here’s a love song that reminds me of these times with my beloved Steve: he holds me close while the Lord is still “on the line,” listening to our hearts and holding both of us near to His own. From a simpler time:
Jesus is for the Wounded 