A Shattered Hallelujah
A shattered hallelujah is now my song of praise
Its notes are all the sweeter when my voice can barely raise.
Arms outflung, He calls to me to walk among the waves
To trust beyond what's in my heart, to find my inner brave.
I sob and stumble, gasp and fall
"This journey is too hard!" I call.
"They say I'm strong, but they can't see
the endless, wrenching pain in me."
His loving eyes stretch to my heart,
He listens to my song.
His hands reach out to grasp my pain,
"I've been here all along.
I'm holding you, each frightening day,
I'm Peace to sleep at night.
I'm the order in your chaos,
the joy that finds the light.
I'm the hazy future you can't see,
I hold those painful memories.
Your broken song is beautiful.
I know it's precious cost.
I'm here with you, I'll bring you through.
You're never, never lost."
My shattered hallelujah is still my only song.
The waves are unrelenting and my world still feels so wrong.
Yet I am moving forward with my hands stretched to my Friend,
Because I know He'll hold me, and some day, my heart will mend.
Ann Peachman Stewart
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