Lost Wednesday
It happened on a Monday.
Thoughts, drifting
From one moment to the next,
Reassured by the kiss of a past,
Buried by the last chance,
Remembered by the heart who can’t grieve,
Without the silence seeking peace,
Seeking a hope, a prayer, a dream…
It happened on a Tuesday morning,
Hopes and prayers, dreams,
Such subtle hints of golden tears,
Raining down, dewlike, trembling,
Remembering that – on yesterday’s heart,
There lives a gentle that is more than a thought,
It takes the heart’s rhythm and colors it soft,
Leaving only the shadow of a thought,
Where there once lived doubts…
It happened on a Wednesday,
Doubts colored in sincerest whispers,
Aching to be remembered, fearful,
Earnest as the neglected,
Restricted from visitors – like the hospital room,
Lonely and lost, a dusty road in the hills,
Where circumstance meets heartfelt
Lessons, lost on the moments,
Lost in the tremulous yesterdays,
Lost Wednesday,
Feeling like the past’s caress…
Appealing only to Thursday’s end,
When a breathless tear,
Washes away the pain, fades like rain,
Amazing as grace – is the light,
Who reminds each thought to share,
The risen – His glow,
Gazing beyond the tears,
Through the silence,
Past the lost Wednesdays,
Onto the melody of reflected
Feelings… blessings, big.,.
Blessings, coloring the night,
Fighting the loneliness,
Remembering to decide…
Where the love is most – best,
Is in the knowing that He came down,
From heaven, from perfect love…
To live, die and rise again, become the Savior,
The One who gave to you and me…
Everlasting, forever…
Grace that frees – faith that agrees…
His love is the reason – He’s the spirit of each season.
He is the King and I’ll always sing…
Praise upon praise, love that always brings me through,
Love that gives the spirit real food,
Love that is alive, keeps hearts sanctified.
Love that is my guide – with Him, I’ll surely decide…
To hear the word, the message for the wise,
The gospel, once heard, can surely save all that is lost…
Because He is… I’m blessed despite my sin.
Because He is mine, unending joy shines its light…
So I can see through the darkest of nights.
I am free – because His blood cleansed me.
I believe – because He rose from the tomb.
Inside of me, lives His Spirit, forever giving me…
The opportunity to know the One who died for me!
Lost Wednesday… Repented.
Saved – chosen by and for love!
Copyright ©
Regina Mcintosh
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