Duet with Eleanor Remigailo
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The full soul loatheth an honeycomb; but to the hungry soul every bitter thing is sweet. –Proverbs 27:7
A morning elevator ride,
Familiar strangers on each side,
She’s glad no one has anything to say.
She steps out on the seventh floor,
Her trembling hand unlocks the door;
How will she ever make it through this day?
She wonders that mere days ago
Her world before this crushing blow
Saw tears and disappointments here and there;
But now into her quiet life
Comes pain that pierces like a knife.
She shuts her eyes and bows her head in prayer:
“Oh Lord, hear my plea!
“I know I’ve forgotten You.
“Now I bow before Your throne,
“For You alone
“Can make all things new.”
Alone he sits this darkest night;
A bedside lamp sheds its dim light
On wallet photos open in his hand.
His glistening eyes soon brim with tears—
What matters most, it now appears,
Has slipped away like water spilled on sand.
His heart of hearts has always known
A man will reap what he has sown—
The wind he sowed, the whirlwind he has reaped.
But hope deferred can take its toll
And sometimes, to a hungry soul,
It seems that any bitter thing is sweet.
All songs copyright 2001 by Rod Mackert / ItzaboutHim Music