Dear future husband,

I hope that wherever you are

You are happy

And that whoever you are with,

They make you smile

And I hope that whatever you are doing

It makes you content

Because without you, I am alone
*
And I am not happy

And no matter who I’m with
,
I hardly smile anymore

And no matter what I do,

I am not content

I feel lost without you

And I don’t even know you

My future husband,

I hope that everything God gives you

Is something that makes you love more

And whatever trials you face

You can always feel Him near

And I hope that in everything you do,

You see His face

And with every tear that drops from your beautiful eyes

You know that one day He will bring us together

Because without you, I feel the love

Leaving a little more

And with every trial I face,

I feel more and more…alone

And no matter what I do,

I don’t think I can see Him anymore

And with every tear that drips from my cold eyes
,
I am losing hope that I will ever meet you

Dear future husband,

I hope that wherever you are

You are happy-you are in bliss

Because I can feel hell creeping up on me

And I’m scared to breathe anymore.

In the end
We are all just waves
On the ocean

Dipping
And cresting

In a world
That changes to fast
For us to bear

Tired of being tired
Tired of being alone.
Tired of being sick
Ready to be done

Tired of looking backwards
Always to the past
But the same, the future
Cannot come too fast

Tired of being tired
Tired of being alone.
Tired of being sick
Ready to be done

Tired of being lonely
Tired of being sore
Tired of my heart crying
Begging for "no more".

Tired of being tired
Tired of being alone.
Tired of being sick
Ready to be done

A family member
Added to ours

A brother
Lost to the dogs

A friendship
Renewed

The Lord loves each man
His hand has crafted still
And spends so much mercy
For those going downhill

And blessing after blessing
They refuse for fire
As loudly has he begs for them
To turn from death so dire

A wedding feast so bright
Awaits the other road
And yet with stubborn conflict
To fire they still go

Jesus cries "come near, come near"
But they still refuse
To accept the sweetness
His love will infuse

And as they walk yet farther
Down the broader road
His cries echo-quiet now
The devil's seeds are sown

And yet, a father, gracious
Though unwilling He afflicts
Will whisper sweet lullabies
His loved ones to transfix