“Dear One,
your tears do not fall upon desolate lands,
rather they are collected and counted, each one
as they fall into my nail scarred hands."
~Toni Ann Alba
Wednesday's Woe
Love's Demand ~Taste the Pain as
Love Never Dies
When I'm weak, then I am strong;
Help me Lord, not feel so wrong!
Having You hover o'er me
Is the best place I can be...
Like the beast upon the hill
Looks to You to feed him still,
Put a check upon my heart
When I'm weak and fall apart...
For I'm a grieving mother ~
There's no grief any tougher...
My God comes to comfort me ~
Not condemn nor question me.
He will be there when I'm weak;
To my inner soul, He'll speak.
He put love into my heart
For my child right from the start,
And He knows love never dies;
He knows why this mother cries,
So my tears He'll not despise:
To not cry, my heart belies!
My hurt and pain He won't scorn;
He said ~ "Blessed are those who mourn."
Help me Your words to believe~
For child-loss mothers must grieve
And trust that You'll come beside...
In Your bosom, let me hide.
Lord, when You draw me near,
Your nail-scarred hand will catch each tear.
Father, when I look at You,
I see tears in Your eyes too,
For You know the hurt and pain:
Your own Child-loss scars remain.
All my tears You understand...
They're a part of love's demand!
So when I'm weak, I'm strong
When for my baby girl I long.
I'll taste the pain such love brings...
Till my heart in Heaven sings!
*****
Those who sow in tears
will weep with songs of joy.
~Psalm 126:5
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