The battlefield of the mind |
| Evolution of Tears Pain meta-morphs to pleasure But do not dis-associate the One with the other-for together Both produce a measure of Endless grace and testimony of How Faithfulness won't let go of me. Raindrops change from sleet To snow as it comes down from The sky, so I descend with the Thought in mind, my friend, that I will rise like mist from the sea Because someday, Grace, shall carry me. Bear me up on Your wings, So my feet don't touch the ground- For I am looking for consolation Here in this place, but none can be found. The only glimmer of hope That keeps me here is promises... Promises You made in Your name It's all I have to bank on... I lean and depend on every word You said because this is all I have To keep me from losing my mind! Only Your words sustain me. My tears are tiny triumphs Of all the battles I have fought With my fleeting heart to make it Surrender my all to You. |