Locusts have eaten away the years
My eyes have cried rivers of tears
Hope is hanging as if by a thread;
My feet are bruised from this path I have tread.
Yet one thing remains deep within:
The will to persist, to fight to win;
The will to live, the joy to give.
Lord in this place of pain is where I truly meet with you;
Where every tear is wiped away and Your Glory shines through.
"For each tear speaks a prayer of a thousand words
of things unseen, of cries unheard.
"And I hold each tear within my heart, for from them I'm birthing a brand new start.
“So lift up your head and rejoice!" says the Lord.
"Take heart, be still and know that I Am God" ❤️🕊
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