we are weary soldiers

I do not mean for this to sound like I believe myself to be experienced, wise, dramatic, or to have anything figured out. I do not and am not (except perhaps the dramatic part, at least sometimes). I do feel the small things I have been through deeply, and I wrote this in sincerity I think.

My eyes are bloodshot with tears
I have looked and seen sin.

My feet are caked with dirt and blood
from the places I have walked.

My arms are heavy from reaching
unsuccessfully so far.

My head aches with the echoes
of the voices in my dreams.

My shoulder scars are a little numb
where the claws of sin went in.

My hands are shaky
from holding on

My heart, well it's still bleeding
I don't know how long it takes for letting go to heal.

But I just got a much-needed reminder:

One day I will see my Savior
face to face
every tear will be wiped away.
Rev. 21:4

My Savior's in the foot-washing business.
John 13:5

Underneath me are everlasting arms.
Deut. 33:27

Some day His songs will forever ring in my head
and I will understand all that I need to understand.
Rev. 14:3

His yoke is easy,
and His burden is light.
Matt. 11:30

He holds me in the palm of His hand,
and He will never let me go.
Isa. 49:16, Rom. 8:35-39

My heart was made for Him.
He came to bind up the brokenhearted.
Isa.61:1-3, 43:21

One day, the Healer will be the only one with scars.


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Heidi said...

"one day the Healer will be the only one with scars"

Praise Him!!!

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