If souls shed tears mine would have filled tanks of water
Such pain too deep for my soul to endure
Early hours I lamented in deep pain
If tears could fill a bath mine would have
Rejection deep in my bones burned
God reminded me of Job
How his bones burned and burned
Job cursed not God our Creator
My pain has become my poem
My poem has become my praise
Yesterday tortured me with pain
Today turned the pain into poetry
So tomorrow turned my poem into praise
Tears of yesterday cannot blind my vision today
For poetry grew in my heart from pain
Focusing on poetry I find myself praising
Oh that God may fill my heart with melodies
Such praise in my heart deeply dwells
That my heart bubbles with the joy of the LORD
Indeed God has turned my mourning into dancing
24 February 2021
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