Somewhere In the Silence

Somewhere In The Silence Sometimes in the silence so dark I cannot see. Reaching into brokenness is where I then find me. Not seeking of some sympathy for teardrops on my face. I found that it's sufficient I turn to God and grace. At times I find great suffering my words are at a loss. Then I turn to Jesus and see Him on the cross. Crowned by His obedience blood drying in His hair. Arms outstretched in love it's love that held Him there. In the quiet of the moment I hear a teardrop fall. Somewhere in the silence I hear an angel call. Telling me of love forever that I may never understand. Until at last I can see me through the hole in Jesus hand. Edwin C Hofert