Can two things be true at the same time?
Or does faith oppose fear in real time?
What is it going to cost me to wait for the right time,
When my days are so dark it feels like night-time?
Two things can be true all at once.
Because even in my darkest of days,
I saw a little bit of light.
In my most crushing moments,
it was oil that oozed and not blood.
“It should have been a life sentence,” they exclaimed.
But beauty bloomed…
and the Groom turned my grave
into a flourishing garden.
This burden He carries
He held fast
He never let go
Fire. Light. Scorching deep pain.
Laying there, undone, almost insane.
How do I rise from this bed
when my body feels heavy with dread?
I thought I was alone…
or so I believed.
But even in the silence,
space was being made
for beauty touched by decay.
Cold. Dark. Hollow.
A beggar of hope.
It all felt like a dream…
Until I discovered a second man
standing with me in the fire.
Like Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego…
I am not alone.
There is a mysterious Man
standing with me
in the fire.