I hear the promise
ringing in my heart
a dear and familiar phrase
long since forgotten.
I no longer needed it
in this time of joy
in this season of prosperity.
Yet perhaps I did
as it comes to mind once more.
Tears scour the heart
But I've no tears to cry.
It is like trying to draw up
from a well long since dry.
and yet perhaps these could be tears
of another sort.
Not those of deep despair
regret and longing
tears of emptiness and defeat.
But tears of joy
of victory of triumph.
That I do not have to fight
when reminded that You
already fight for me.
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