I’ve always cried in secret.
Not by choice;
I just never seem to be noticed
when my heart breaks,
my body quakes,
my resolve is torn asunder.
I never receive the pity
I feel I deserve.
With a twisted face
and clenched fists
I try to hold back
unsightly sobs and gasps for air.

I’m never noticed,
but maybe it’s better that way.
Brokenness is ugly,
and my shards are jagged.

You’re no stranger to this.
They see Your Crown,
Your Side,
Your Hands and Feet.
But people forget
that You carried the Cross
that bore Your Body for hours on end.
They forget
that the Flesh was torn
and every step dug deeper
into Your Shoulder.
They whipped You,
they beat You,
they spat and ridiculed
But the pain of the Cross was constant.
There was no relief
from lifting and dragging
that torturous wood.
Dislocated and raw,
how can they not remember
the deepest Wound of all?

Is that why You gave me
my Wound, Lord?
Is it because I know
how it feels to have pain
not easily recognized?

Let me kiss your Wound, Lord.
Let me clean it and hold it
to my own.
Let me endure my pain
as You did:
with grace and compassion
with strength and integrity
Let me bear my Cross
as You bore Yours.

We didn't have the pleasure of first meeting:
The get-to-know you touch of tiny hands,
The careful cradling,
The inhalation of all scents new,
The wonder of a being so tiny,
To see if we could find ourselves in you.

Never knew your sleepy sigh,
Your first smile,
The different infant cries:
Hunger, anger, fear,
Or the fidget-whimpering need for words.

Your Mother knew and told your Dad....
They held each other while you grew,
Gathering and stretching,
A silent wonder in her womb,
A sweet surprise, and wanted,
If still a little early...
Too early yet...
Better to wait and make sure....
But always you were awaited
With hopeful joy.

And then one morning,
As though you'd found a better place,
You took your leave in silence,
Left without a face or name
For us to see and know you
When we finally meet.

You need to know we mourn you,
Or perhaps we need you to know...
Regret your passing.

Strange longing this,
For a loved one we have yet to see,
To add someone to the growing list
Of those we miss and long to meet
At Jesus' feet.

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But Jesus said, "Suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come unto me: for of such is the kingdom of heaven."
Matthew 19:14

I know your situation may seem impossible to you now.
I know that your Hope is wearing thin more than ever.
I know that your hurt feeds your depression every day.
I, know this for I am living from day to day at times here.
Other times I live second to second in this here Life.
But I know that he whom walk upon the water is near me.
I know that he shall draw me out of this here situation.
For this will only last a short time compare to forever.
So whatever you do, never give up it shall end soon enough.

I hurt everyday , some worst than others.
I struggle with wanting to eat sweets too.
Even though I have sugar diabetes now.
I am obedient but still it is a huge struggle.
I feel loneliness, and depression as well.
I struggle with so many different things here.
Still I have the Spirit of God living within me.
Which helps me to overcome hopelessness.
He also helps me to overcome different things.
That has been a huge struggle within my life.
For Christ that lives within me, keeps me overcoming.

Freedom rush, moving to the Dance.
Of one whom through all of their Hurt.
You Minster, to others in the same mindset.
Using one's Hurt, Sorrow, and their Pain.
To reach out to those others whom are Broken.
So that they too can see your Might and Glory.
Then come unto you for their Healing as well.
For only you can comfort us in our Sorrow here.
Only you can save us whom got lost on our Path.
To find you the Great I AM, our true Salvation .
Is in you only. thank you O Saving Creator God.

When you think you are alone, his arms are open wide. When you have fallen and think you can't get up, there is a nail scarred hand reaching out to you. When the burden seems too great to bear, there is a shoulder you can lean on. When you have lost all hope and are surrounded by the waves of despair, he will walk on the waves and carry you to shore. When you heart feels empty beyond reason, remember God loves you.