Wednesday, November 26, 2014

In the Garden of My Soul



 A tender heart with words unspoken
Glistening tears like rain-drops fall,
A heart so broken filled with sadness
Is the saddest fate of all.

But there's life beyond the mourning,
There is hope in a tossed storm sea,
There's an answer to each prayer
In our own Gethsemane.

So do your best and keep on trying
Though each mountain high with fear,
God will aid the brokenhearted,
He will dry up every tear.

Rest assured a new tomorrow
Will come through with a brighter hue,
Like the prism in each dew-drop
Making all the wrongs seem new.

~ Chris Zambernard

The Lord is close
to the brokenhearted...
Ps. 34:18

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