if I never

If we never teetered to the edge of the nest
if we never flew past our comfortable circle
If we never did the uncomfortable
the too hard
the impossible
I wouldn't be bleeding this way
If I never knew, I'd never care
It wouldn't hurt like heartstrings snapping
My soul wouldn't be broken and bruised
But
If I never knew the sorrow of separation
If I never hurt for another broken heart
If I never felt the wild frustration
of not being able to solve the problem
I wouldn't know the wonder
the elation, awe and joy
The being overwhelmed to know
There is a Savior
There is a Solution
There is a Healer
I would rather love
and bear the anguish
By His stripes we are healed.

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Dad said…
The sense of pain,awe,joy, and hope resonate within my soul as I read your words....
and make me try to hold back tears of wonder and thanksgiving!
Dad (from the livingroom of Oma and Opa)
September 17, 2011 at 3:56 PM
Lizzi said…
Oh Daddy thank you, you are such a blessing to me. I love you.
September 19, 2011 at 4:57 AM
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