My Silent Hated Wars

 I'm sitting on my couch and reflecting about my life. 

And I cannot help but smile, that I am a grateful wife.

I struggled for years and cried so much tears.

But every day I rise and overcome my fears.

I look at my husband and I think in my heart.

That God must truly love me, for HE painted him like art.

So often in the past, I prayed for a love.....

To come and stay the course and be gentle like a dove.

All through my insecurities and silent, hated wars.

I banged on heaven's doors, with tears upon my floors.

When those I thought were friends, were the ones I did not know.

God's mercy kept me, through my trials, so I might grow.

With gratitude in worship, I bow before the King.

To shout a Hallelujah, with rejoicing, as I sing.

For it was way down in the valley, that I learned to call the Lord.

So today, by grace I continue, to see through every fraud.

There are miles ahead to cover, on my way to glory land.

And perhaps there may be potholes, or stones across the sand.

Whatever be my challenge, by faith I will obey.

All that is before me, with hope in God, to stay.