The Drought

I walk the streets alone at night

The lamplight casts a shadow despite

my desperate need to hide from light

depressed forlorn, and tired of the fight

I strain to hear you call my name

But when we parted, you looked away

You looked back only when I faced front

Your pride wouldn't let you admit lost love

I scream your name into the night

Too far you are, to hear my sighs

You whisper in your solitude

Yet fighting for me would be "so crude"

I edge along the brink of flight

About to fall into the darkness of fright

One scream from you could save my life

Yet you refuse, you unrelentlessly grip your pride, and lose mine

I let go of the railing of hope

And fall into the despair below

Suddenly, regret washes over my frame

I jumped too soon, I am hearing my name!

It's gently, yet loudly, stating clear as day

The love it has always proclaimed

I'm caught in a gust of mercy and grace

In hopeful tears, I await Your Face

To the top, into light, I am brought

And shining on me with unconditional love

Is a Lover Who promised never losing my trust

Boy, you lost your chance now!

In anger, I cried;

Gripping to the Only One Who cared for my life

Yet gently, He whispers, with softest tones

A remedy and mend to my broken soul

And firmly, He whispers

"Oh ye of little faith!

I caught you, did I not?

Do you not think he fell the same?

Catch him, I shall, for love him, I do

Just as much as I love you

And in time, your redemption will come, but not soon

Replentish your walk with Me

I shall direct your feet."

With tears in my eyes, I look at my Redeemer

His eyes, shining blue, crystal, but clearer!

Grace adorns His face like a gentle silk garb

Mercy wraps around me as I huddle in His arms

I bury myself softly into His scars

Ashamed that my addictions caused the gapes to be so large

Out of Him emits Faith, Hope, Love, with pure taste

His Forgiveness surrounds me in His sweet embrace

Then all of a sudden, I glance up in awe

For he to lies in the arms of our God

We smile at each other, His Grace is apparent

No walls block our friendship, but more is forbidden

"More must be done," We hear up above,

"Trust me, soon, you shall see my work done."

I awake from this dream with unimaginable bliss

I smile on my pillow as I continue to think of this

A sound emerges from my window, I get up and stare

For Healing Rain is presented in much wanted care

Raining on fires and smothering the drought

And fertilizing my soul, with promises of end to this drought

I fall to my knees, His Grace is MORE than apparent

I dance in this downpour with a smile, I am living

With Joy and Peace, my soul surrenders to resting

For reminded again, my Redeemer is near

I must last through the drought, but rain ALWAYS appears.