the journey

turning her head at the sound of thunder in the distance, and dragging her tired feet across the endless dunes... she prays... prays to her god to see her pain and to come to her rescue.

i will praise You in the storm
i will lift my hands
You are who You are
no matter where i am

she knelt on the cracked earth and sobbed, her tears forming dark coffee splotches in the sand...

every tear i cry
You hold in Your hands
You never left my side

and she felt loving arms embrace her. but the hurt didn't stop. her throat still parched. her feet still bloody and scratched.

and though my heart is torn
i will praise you in the storm

sometimes it still rains when you say amen.