Heaven Still

Even when my plaintive

heart cries

my chambers a dry

ocean floor

sand sifting through

my veins

trickling into my

flooded hope well

until my hopes are

pushed over the edge

down a deep crevasse

where they sink

to the dark

lightless bottom

even then

Heaven still hears me

and lights a lamp

when I look up to

a tear lit sky and

the rain soaks my soul

until I think I

will never stop

and I ask why I...

and when will I...

Heaven still hears me

and lights my path

when the world

comes against me

for knowing and

speaking truth

as the enemy tries

so hard to discourage

and fracture me

until I get overwhelmed

so that I stumble

grabbing for something

to break my fall

Heaven still hears me

and lights my sword.

Amen.

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“And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God." Ephesians‬ ‭6‬:‭17‬ ‭NKJV

"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.” Philippians‬ ‭4‬:‭13‬ ‭NKJV‬‬