The wind rustled through the trees
The night was dark
The stars shone like they never shone before
The moon was oh ever so round
I looked out through my window
Not a soul in sight
I sighed and closed the curtains
With tears of sadness yet a face of blankness
A trickle rolls down the cheek
But can there ever be gladness?
I clench one hand in another
I close my eyes and I pray
That my will wasn't done
Yet Yours was
I know that He has a plan
I know that He knows better
"Oh ye of little faith,
Do you even know what you want?
Do you know what you like?
Do you know what you dislike?"
Love?
Something to be shared
Something to be cherished
To gain? No - but to sacrifice.
To have? No - but to give.
What's left? Deut 31 says
"He will never leave you
nor forsake you"
Nor shall I.