Rev: 21: 1-5a

“Behold I make all things new”

In the darkness of doubt

In my times of weakness

When I am lost

And all seems hopeless

Just then

In the full depth of darkness

In time of despair

When all hope is gone

As my prayer reaches full strain

Rendering me weak with worry

When I have no where to turn

And wonder what more I can pray

Just then

In the fullness of my human frailty

Drained and empty of all reason

Throwing myself on His mercy

Surrounded on all sides by the evil one

Tempting, baiting, twisting all

Pulling me toward Him

Wanting me to respond without asking’

To come to His comforting arms

And His promise.

When all is torn down and broken

Scattered about like leaves in the wind

No longer finding order nor truth

He comes

As He promised, so long ago

To be with us until the end of time

In the least expected time and way

He comes

To gather my pieces up and heal

To comfort and console

To do as He foretold He would do

Behold He makes all things new

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