Tuesday's Trust ~ Tender Blues

Tuesday's Trust

Tender Blues

   

Out of the depths of the blue, blue grief

Rises my lovely baby girl,

Seeing her smile brings sweet relief

Lifting my burden-filled world.

How to compute the happiness There

And commute it down to this earth?

How to not fixate on her death

Rather, to celebrate her birth?

Out of the depths of the blue, blue grief

Where her loss has become my cross,

How do I stand against the devilish thief

With his crushing albatross?

How do I live amidst death's curse

Though my Lord conquered hers with His,

Yet the view from this earth still glowers worse

When my grief and my sorrow hits.

I cry out my grief in my Savior's arms

He receives me with His tenderness

My passionate feelings rouse no alarms

That His abounding Love would need to redress.

My Savior Himself knows all grief feels grim

So He holds me close to His heart

After all, the Love for my child was giv'n by Him

So tenderly right from the start.

His love toward me, so kind, so sweet

Amidst such deep pain in this mommy's heart

Serves as a catalyst as I weep

To soothe the wounds as I fall apart.

Out of the depths of my blue, blue grief,

My Savior faithfully comes to bring me relief.

Our tears borne from love are no threat to our LORD

He blesses them with comfort, His Love's reward.

He healeth the broken in heart,

and bindeth up their wounds.

Psalm 147:3

Poem ~ Tender Blues ~ Angie Bennett Prince ~ April 22, 2014

Top picture, lotus: Thanks to

~inspiring art  Kiki Breet  on Pinterest

Bottom picture with Scripture: Thanks to 

~Isabelle Efstathiou, Facebook