It’s your own heart,
step right on the eggshells;
let the dam break at last,
go into the eye of the storm,
I dare you!
let sheets of rain run down
your soul,
until you feel those
tears
on your skin.
uncharted waters—
this grief, this sorrow.
but Jesus,
your Lord and Savior is known
to still a storm,
remember?
unmoor, and be at peace!
the Lord—
your Anchor in this
wilderness.
–S.V.F. // Note to Self
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