My heart is beating, trembling with sorrow, fearful you will not return.
My voice can only whisper, I dare not utter a spoken word.
There is still hope, but it dwindles, yet still, it remains in me.
"Be still, And as you wait,
I will renew your strength,
And as you wait, I will carry you on my wings."
~Bekah Shae, Rest
My prayers are thoughts that drift upwards to the ears of God.
My tears are soul wrenching.
My face stained with anguish brimming from my grief.
But still, I believe in miracles, I believe, I believe.
