Somtimes the sky falls down.
Just when you start to think everything is good, just when you thought you'd caught the perfect crest on the wave,
the tide pulls your feet out from under you, and all is swept away.
Pieces of sorrow, like shards of broken glass, litter the space around you,
and the hardest thing is finding a shred of good-a reflection of farway light off a mirror, a glimmer of sunshine through a drawn shade.
It is in these ravines of self-pity, misunderstanding, miscommunication, whatever, that you must pour everything into climbing back out.
Finding, accepting, gaining peace from obstacles you cannot control.
Search for the good-or something better than "there"- for truly it exists, waiting to be found.
"When the music fades-all is stripped away-and I simply come.
Wanting just to bring, something that's of worth, that will bless Your soul.
I'm coming back to the heart of worship, and it's all about You."
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