I wrote the following poem several years ago. When I found it the other day, I pondered its message. Even years later, these words remind me of life’s quiet cycle of suffering and restoration: life gets interrupted with pain or loss, God seems so distant, and then He restores and refreshes and seems so near. As the dust and ashes settle after times like these, I am in awe of how God has refined and freed my soul. I hope you are encouraged by this poem . . . wherever you happen to be in life’s cycle.

Seeing from the Eyes of My Heart

From tragedy to triumph
A faulty path indeed,
Oh Lord of grace abound

Though my eyes behold you not
Your voice I cannot hear
Though absent from the human eye
My choice, to believe or fear

Bring peace where pity stayed
New joy now birthed from loss
Abiding comfort, Savior God
Abounding grace the old, rugged cross

Each day my Shepherd carries
It’s me, His broken lamb
Ever patient, tender mercy
He is the great “I Am”

Depending not on human sense
Seize truth to fill the mind
My sure foundation, solid rock
My will resigned, my soul refined