You've touched his garment folds

When the days become silent, and there's a hush in the corridor,

It seems peace has been hacked by a rushing wind, holding a painful sore.

The pain has made the willows weep,

And through the fires, the victims leap.

To be sitting alone amongst the lame,

One wonders, "Will it ever again be the same?"

The agonizing jolt, the emotions, the trauma so real,

A life can be turned in a moment with an unexpected squeal.

It can feel dark and gloomy, but then rays of hope,

When the one you've trusted gives you his word to cope.

You feel like you've been picked up and tossed,

But thrown so far, in this wilderness, you feel lost.

You try to feel normal, but you just can't right now.

You try and try as though it seems you've forgotten how.

But the master isn't asleep and has full control.

He directs while you heal and makes you whole.

This season is a mixture, but mostly freezing rain.

Its effects seem to bring a deep, aching pain.

God allows as he wills, but all for one's best.

In his "good plan" for each, some may require much-needed rest.

It's OK if you're in a season and your emotions are running high.

It's understandable what you've been through, yet Jesus is by your side.

You'll get through this only day by day,

As your family and trusted friends for you pray.

I would say, "Keep going!" like that song for my grandchildren I made.

The Lord's light will continue to shine, even through the days of clouds and shade.

The Lord will give his exuberant grace as he continually holds.

You're wrapped up in his loving arms as you've touched his garment folds.

Angela Chapman can be emailed at uponthehillangie@gmail.com.