Beauty from Pain
Isaiah 61:1-3 With a wounded heart, I run to the dark and hide. I think there's safety there, but it's only dark inside. Now I'm all alone. Don't want to do this anymore. So I whisper in the dark, "Can you find me here, oh, Lord?" And I see the Light piercing through my dark, seeking out shadows, healing me. I see the Light shining through the rain, Cast by that prism, making beauty from pain. Is it possible? Can this really all be true? It's not a prison then, and the answer's found in You. You are the Light... And now I stand in awe of You, transformer of my heart, faithful and true. And now I live my life singing praises to Your name, living in mercy, living in faith. So now I lift my face, bathe it in the warmth of the sun, basking in the grace lavished on me by the One. Who is the Light... You are the Light. Set my soul aflame. Catching the night on fire, set it ablaze. So now I lift my face, bask in the grace of the Son.
©2006 Jennifer C. Shaw