You thought you had me beat
You thought my hope was gone
Yet from the chaos of this storm
Let me tell you, you were wrong
When you brought me to my knees
And left me broken beyond repair
You stripped me to my very core
Till my cry rang out loud and clear
And as you rested in your victory
You thought no one could hear
Yet He Who rides on Eagles Wings
Had already drawn near
In the dark night of my soul
You thought all hope was gone
Yet Beloved and His perfect peace
Had birthed a brand new song
Your death that clung to my bones
Has lost its grip of despair
I am clothed in His hope and joy
And His image I now bear
Barren woman you have called me
Widowed woman you have sang
But you were wrong, you didn’t win
For Beloved is my name
You may try to dig a grave for me
And try to silence all my prayers
All the while my strength’s been rising
For I am a Giantslayer.
I love this poem! It’s speaks truth and I love your vulnerability! ❤️
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