a feeble attempt at poetry

a broken spirit
and a contrite heart
You will not despise

pangs of hurt
tears of untruths
flood the heart

only He can make us whole
mend our brokenness
satisfy the soul

strings of notes
an escapade
melodious tones ring

draw us back
when we drift away
from You

friends are valued
yet the fact holds truest
Jesus is my best friend

alas, the things of earth
will fade away
and everything is meaningless

in Him alone we trust
His word will remain
God is in control

but how hard it is
to picture this perspective
even as we know it

but for now
pain is contended
trials inevitable

through these, in time
we learn to consider
it pure joy

look to Him
in uncertainty
for He does all things well