WHEN THE HEART IS DRY
Why is there a drought when there is rain?
Maybe it’s an empty heart consumed by pain.
Numb with tears and burdened by fears,
Worn by the weight of so many years.
Bathed in sorrow, with none to borrow,
Seeking hope from friends tomorrow.
Perhaps one day the drought will embrace the rain,
And wash away the lingering pain.
A heart once hollow will bloom with love,
Blessed by the light from above.
The numbness will fade, the tears will cease,
Replacing fear with lasting peace.
With open hands and an open heart,
Love will flow and healing start.
But until that day comes again…
Why is there a drought when there is rain?
Maybe it’s an empty heart consumed by pain.
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