A Space for Greater Things

I came to Him with nothing—
not even strength to pray;
my dreams lay cold and scattered,
like leaves in winter’s sway.

The soil of hope was hardened,
my hands were stripped and bare,
and silence seemed my portion—
it felt He wasn’t there.

But somewhere in the shadows,
beyond what I could see,
His mercy still was moving,
His weaving silently.

The grave of all I cherished
became the garden’s start;
He broke the stone of sorrow
to plant within my heart.

Now joy wears scars of mourning,
and peace has tasted pain;
yet the God who writes the ending
has given all again.

So if your night feels endless,
and loss has clipped your wings,
know—emptiness can be
a space for greater things.

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