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I've always loved that part of the story. I too can relate so well to it. And really every time I have had those "ugly" crying sessions, God has revealed Himself in new and beautiful ways to me. Honesty, authenticity draws us closer to Him. He surely turns what the enemy meant for evil into good.

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I wrote this poem in one of those crushing seasons (July 2017), as Naomi's words gave me a voice:

Gathered Pour

Gather, You tell me

Gather, my broken dreams?

Gather, my heart broke in two?

Gather, all I've poured and emptied out?

Gather, here my broken self?

What do I gather?

When all I have is broken

Shattered?

Mara, she said to call her

Mara is the word I'd choose

A bitter hand dealt.

Gather, You tell me

Gather, Your tears here for me wept?

Gather, Your heart here broke for me?

Gather, all You've poured and emptied?

Gather, broken Word made flesh?

It's then I see You

There beside me strong

Hand in mine

Walking to our Cross

Hand in Yours

Our bodies broken in Your tomb we lay

Shame and mocking on us laid

Pierced and bled of pain

Till Your heavens darkness rent

Curtain raised, now in two I hear You rip.

Christ, You raise to life

From tomb unwrap

And come

Songs in human soul here now awake

Embraced in love

Steeled in truth

Sent in Grace's own true Breath

Mercy's hands

And mercy's feet.

Broken, You make whole again

Dark, You shine my night to Light

Tears, You cup and pour to Joy aflame

Fear, You still in Perfect Peace

My feet on righteous path You tread

Sure and steadfast held

Garden of My Lord

Enclosed and sealed

For time such as this

Your spring You break

And fountains crash and pour

Your Love You've gathered

Now to rush and pour.

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