Back to You

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Our darkest hours never fail,

And day by day they call.

To grasp our hearts,

our thoughts,

our souls,

Where once were standing tall.

And skies, though blue, they still remain

To give us only clouds of sorrow.

Hues of hurt,

Shame tomorrow,

Endless sweeps of mournful rains.

White lasts,

and snow, it flies,

While my soul is left to stay.

Oh bring us joy,

and let us laugh,

And feel Your touch,

as we pray.

May we see the summer moon.

May again we dance. 

May again the times resume 

when we would touch the hands

Of those who have gone before us,

For those they left behind,

We ache to live

to breath once more

Through the tears we've cried.

And still to heaven

Our souls will watch,

And live another day.

But ever still

We seek Your will,

That You might bless again someday.

That day would shine.

That light should come.

That we may see Your glorious kingdom.

And now to thee I do behold,

the softest truth ever told.

The branches bud

and petals turn pink,

To be made new in a thing called Spring.

And we, a bit shaken,

and drossy,

and dank.

You remove our sackcloth 

And we lift up our thanks...

For snow may drift

and rain may cry,

But it is that our hearts be tried.

For You refine and gently cleanse,

And bring us back to You again...

Oh bring us back to You again...

{A poem by Mrs Jeb- - April 2014}