This was written during a time in South Africa where, even though I was surrounded by people, I felt lonely and lost in emotion.
When the rain keeps pouring, when my eyes can’t hold back the flood of emotions that seem to control me, my soul, a chasm, aching for love from a person around me, my mind a muddle of misunderstanding, my thoughts eating away at any life still in me. “It’s okay” I say, “it’s just for a moment” but then it happens again and I cripple in a state of self-pity. I will not be controlled by the emptiness that my flesh flaunts at me. I will rest in the fullness found in Jesus. In Him I lack no good thing. In Him, I have everything I need.
One day as I walked through your courtyard,
I saw you were making a crown,
It wasn’t of gold or pure jewels,
But of sweet-smelling flowers run wild.
When I asked whom it may be for, you replied with a smile,
“Your tears of great hardship have watered the garden,
Now to you belongs heaven’s beauty.”
You hold my hand wher’er I go
I never need to fear the storm
You know my failures and my foes
And overcome the deadly worm
Yea the briars prick and prod
Upon the garden of my heart
Your protecting staff and rod
Guard my temple set apart
When I see no way ahead
And only feel the rain
I ponder every word you said
Which serves to cease the pain.