Encircled in grief
A twisted nest of anguish
Yet it was a crown
Encircled in grief
A twisted nest of anguish
Yet it was a crown
Thorns under the skin
The wounds that cut the deepest
Careless words from friends
Where we fell apart
In the cracks and in the scars
You hide seams of gold
Broken shards in hand
Cold tears run down sharp edges
All of us have scars
I feel the ice
Congealing round my heart
And like frost bitten toes
My emotions drop off
Empty shells, dead to the core
The winter days encircle me
The coldness seeps in
I have forgotten what summer is like
The beautiful blooms of spring
Are nothing but an old tale
I shiver on the porch
As I wait for these days to be over
Hoping that I will once more see the sun
That this ice palace in my chest will finally melt
And I will feel again
“From the ends of the earth I call to you, I call as my heart grows faint; lead me to the rock that is higher than I.” Psalm 61:2 (NIV)
We hide them away
In the recesses of our heart
Out of sight
Out of mind
But we don’t realise
That in the darkness they grow
Grow to dominate our thinking
And shape our identity
They bubble to the surface
In any moment of weakness
We try to keep them submerged
But their ripples distort everything we see
Let go
Of the need to hide
Of the fear of rejection
Take back control of your life
We let go
And the wounds of our past
Heal up into scars
And we can move on
Is it possible
That in the darkest night
That in the deepest valley
Something good is being born?
Can the bitter tears
Of sorrow, regret and grief
Be the catalyst
Be the water that brings new life?
As we are put under pressure
And feel the intense heat
The impurities
The weaknesses in our character
Melt away
And we become more like Him
In the worse pain
Cling to Jesus
Who bore the ultimate suffering
And came through into glorious life
He will carry you through too
He will breathe life
Into your pile of ashes