Writers 
When grief becomes the very nature that throbs, I will yet trust and call you my God.
When all hope seems lost, I will not be lowly in heart but follow thy ways that bow at your holiness.
When my heart becomes heavier than it is at the very flickers of the reward of what this worldliness gives, I will yet lie in wait like a woman in travail to birth forth her child.
When rejection lingers and frailty becomes the identity that men see, may the glory that your righteousness hold never cease to call me your own, reminding me that I am more than enough in this moving train were heaven is the goal.
When everything seems lost and life is left with the very throes that comes with arrows, may your comforting sound that stems with love, life, and light become the reason for my laughter at night, even in the shadows.
And if the earth is your footstool, let it be known that, by thy footprint, I had no reason to doubt the blueprint of your glory that seldom as I followed.
For to every brokenness that smite my soul, your word will I see, through every promise that said you are with me to the end.
#Gratitude
#BY_THE_LORD.
@emd.
