The reason for the season of pain and strife
Our enemies’ words cut deep like a knife
That’s all they are though, words
The power of life and death are held in your tongue
Once you speak, those words stay they linger, they build up, or they destroy.
The great builder cannot be thwarted
He recycles our mistakes our fears our shame into beauty
No other force can do that
How could my human mind wish that into existence
The reason for the season of pain and strife.
Maybe the beauty of this season was trust all along.
Maybe you brought me through fire to test my character.
To purge my character for what’s on the other side.
Maybe there is beauty in all of this pain.
Maybe through all of this pain you are seen.
And maybe just maybe your love and your grace are filling every wound and scar.
The reason for the season of pain and strife is over.
The season of serenity is here.
