This pain will end in beauty.
Somehow I'm sure
that everything I go through
that the reasoning is pure.

It's not like it's excruciating,
but it's not too pleasant either.
It started with the smallest thing
then began to blaze like fire.

It never lasts too long at all
but scars me every time.
Eventually when I'm past scars
I'll be thankful for the rain.

Yet to have a name

Stranded in the desert
Seemingly dying of thirst
A rock splits open wide
And out the water bursts.

One last meal to serve
Before supplies run out.
She gave it all away.
God's doing, she had no doubt.

Beaten and abused,
Yet still they pass him by.
Till a man with different views
Helped him before he died.

God's ways are not absurd,
Though they sometimes seem that way.
It's all because of His word
That from Him we never stray.

New Year

Change, hope, a new beginning,
That is what is promised us.
Sameness, struggles, never failing
To shove our hopes back in a box
Under a bed to save for next year
so we can pull it out again
and see that struggles never leave us
Just because we celebrate
but one other thing is never failing.
Beauty will always wait.