Luke 8:54

"And he put them all out, and took her by the hand, and called, saying, Maid arise." Luke 8:54

Thursday, February 12, 2015

A Rain of Tears

Spiritual Lessons

A Rain of Tears

Image result for rain

A rain of tears
A soul that's drenched
Rent and wrung to dry

A promised hope
So far away
A silenced heart that cries

Here to storm 
the gates of Hell
but turn around to see

An empty field
Without a friend
All swords turned towards me

A tension taut
Against the soul
Ills that haunt me still

Unstable, change
alone, goodbyes
Words that mean to kill

Defenseless with
An unknown grief
Pretend that it's okay

A wound to mourn
A dream to yearn
A voice that must be stayed

I turn to One 
Who knows my heart
And loves to defend

Be not afraid
Rejoice in Him
A faithful, caring Friend

All for good
He will mold 
Every wound and pain

My heart prepared 
All fallow ground
Broken for the rain

A rain of tears
A soul that's drenched
Rent and wrung to dry

A promised hope 
Not far away
A healing heart He'll bind



  1. Wonderful job Toni, it was a blessing to read. I loved it, thanks for sharing it. Love you


  2. This is so beautifully written, Toni, and it resonates with my soul.

  3. I love this...beautiful words and sentiments...thank you for sharing your heart once again!

  4. Thank you ladies for taking the time to read it.

  5. This was so sweet Toni. I absolutely loved it. Thank you for sharing it. Love you. :)

    1. Thank you Emma. It was therapeutic for me. Glad you liked it. :)

  6. This really was beautiful to read Toni. Thanks for sharing. :)

  7. I love it! Gorgeous imagery. Loved the idea of pain but turning to the Lord... He does give comfort.

  8. The words are tender and worn, with the feelings of the heart that is torn.Able to see and still awaiting the gentle rain to fall to fill the void,listens to the call,I am here the great I am,the friend of yours to walk you hand in hand.To wipe the tears of JOY just where you stand. from George Heneger

  9. I like the poem ,well done.I tried to write something back in poetic form,but the words and fingers are not coperating today.