The Empty Room

{c}I originally wrote this 1/27/2002

But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint (Isaiah 40:31)


There is a place deep inside my heart,
Where love runs deep and does not stop.
Memories are kept in this tiny place,
Keeping me going..even when loved ones depart.

I see a dwelling place in my mind,
It's small and cozy and smells like home.
The bed neatly made...window wide open.
The gentle breeze comforts me and restores my design.

The tears come as like a flood..streaming down my face.
Thoughts of my grandmother...why do they persist?
I sit here in my home.. so far away from family.
I wish I could be there with grandma to protect her from her fate.

But I know I am but a limited creature,
With faith in Jesus..For he is my Savior.
A prayer is released from the depths of my heart,
Sent with love to my Heavenly teacher.

Standing here in this empty room,
Memories pouring out illuminating my heart.
Warming me...helping me...carrying me through the day.
My Lord now stands next to me...turning to light the shadows of gloom.

Like an eagle I will soar over these deep valleys.
I will run through the doubts and not be weary.
Knowing that my God loves me just as I am,
Gives me the strength to face this dark alley.