Still

Mockingbird,

I hear you call my name in the silence of the night

Sometimes in the calm of rustling leaves

others in my pain filled cries,

supplications enfolded in tiny little offerings...

And though this frailty and fatigue

May pull me down 

I know my suffering is not in vain 

I know there's more to life than this pain 

Like the soft song heard admist

Weeping in the night 

Tying together simplicity and divine 

Love crowned by humility

Tears purify hearts 

In need of healing
Peace comes from surrendering all

It's a serene river
before the major squall

Because the war rages on

Inside and out

Despite my brokenness I will not 

Bow down

To a life of regrets and shame

I refuse to be ruled by doubt