“As long as thanks is possible, then joy is always possible.”

-Ann Voskamp

I am a hysterical mess of feeling,
a whirlwind of sorrow and ache.
My head and heart are reeling,
consumed by pain and heartbreak.

There isn’t Morphine for the bleeding soul
or Ether for the tired mind
There aren’t bandages for this heart-hole
to heal and fix and bind

Indestructible hope, you are keeping me alive.
I know this and I feed you, try to make you thrive
but you are slow to grow; slower still to bloom
still I grasp you, hold on tight-you keep me from my tomb.

Irresistible grace, you are saving me continually
as I struggle, stumble, fail, despair- habitually
When I’m remembering pain and torture reliving

it is grace that makes me kneel in thanksgiving.

Oh butterfly, teach me to dance,
and drown out this earthly noise
instruct me with your wings,
inspire my feet with your poise.

Oh butterfly, teach me to build
a chrysalis, covering me
that I may burst forth
spread out my colors
and fly away, finally, free.

Oh butterfly teach me to drink of God’s love
the way that you drink; from flowers
the sweet nectar from Him is unparallelled
his love, and his mercies, and powers.

Oh butterfly, teach me to see,
and seek out the unnoticed beauty
it’s everywhere hidden and sometimes elusive
but seeking out joy is my duty.

Chrysalis

Words to hold onto.

"And as he stands in victory
sin's curse has lost it's grip on me
for I am His and He is mine,
bought with the precious blood of Christ!"