I murmur
So quietly sad
Dear Lord
What's in store for me...

Laughter and joy are gone
I know no other to do
The love is gone
That I once knew....

There is a war in the world
The rage goes on and on
As flawed as this woman may be
I wonder with all my might
What might be in sight....

Dare I ask
What DO I deserve
The promises I hear
And all I see....

Promise me the moon
The stars oh please
Grace falls from His presence for thee
Is there any wonder at all.
For all the world to see. ....*


Debbie Brooks 2014

The promises that are to come.. is quietly sad