bring beauty and life
out of this grave where I lie buried and suffocated by doubt.
You can, I know You can!
like when You died.
Jesus, when You bled and suffered and were nailed to the cross.
You too were buried.
but God raised you up and brought life and glory!
where there was
pain and death and separation.
meet me here in the storm, in my darkest hour–
my faith wavering and my body trembling.
they say pain makes good art,
and You work suffering for my good.
so make a masterpiece out of my pieces, Master,
and somehow stitch them all together, like You said You would.
\ lea /