One day the tears that I've shed will be like the floodgates of heaven to wash away the heavy depression in the face of the youth with so many burdens and no arms to hold them. My scars will be prophetic praise to the One who gave me the opportunity to experience pain in order to translate the feelings of the broken who has no words, no home for their voices. I will carry their hearts just like the Father does. And even when I struggle against the weight, He will pull me back up with His nail-marked hands and no soul shall fall through the holes in the center of his palms. His love will be the anchor of every foul-mouthed sailor treading the seas of destruction. In cabins with their daughters and their mothers, their wives and concubines, hope will shine at the break of dawn through compasses that turn away from the south end of the spectrum; "your sins are as far from you as the east is from the west." No more tears will be shed for the lives who have chosen a life without a Saviour; "for anyone who is in Me is now a new creation." Victory is up for the taking for those who want it. The journey is long and hard as the road is treacherous, it stops for no one and no one dares to take a second look. Go forward, go north, find a man without a sword but a heart of gold. Follow Him; "take up your cross", stare straight ahead of you, keep your eyes on the goal. "Run your race and finish it with grace." Pull others along with you without breaking your gaze and show them the way, the truth and the light. Find trees for resting and fruits for sharing, for what is borne out of love is what keeps the world turning.