nostalgia. it's a painful feeling,
though i never want to let it go.
this time of year tends to disarray the state of my soul
and each year i seek for resonance again.
maybe it's the brink of spring;
the earth yearning for new life,
or the way dusk longs for new color.
today i'm just grateful for these words:
I know that my Redeemer lives.
What comfort this sweet sentence gives.
He lives to comfort me when faint.
He lives to hear my soul's complaint.
He lives to silence all my fears.
He lives to wipe away my tears.
He lives to calm my troubled heart.
He lives all blessings to impart.