Strength In Despair

Raised with no privilege has been the muscle with the red hot challenges. In the end you have become stronger than steel and harder than diamond, more precious than gold, wise like an old man, yet younger with each new day, happier with every new light of the sun. Having known the beauty of working harder in your own ways. You understand God’s unfailing love in the gift of Grace, the true value and reward of forgiving and forgiveness. I see in you a pillar that many will lean on, a strong hold that many will run in times of their despair to find refuge, a blessing like a garden of wild roses and fruits to quench their thirst as they admire the flowing beauty from within and without you. Your smile that valued in their memory like a spring in the wildness. A pillow in the time of sorrow for a moment peaceful rest. Just struggle, in a little while longer. Just hold on a little while longer, for the fruits of patience in suffering is much sweeter and worth testimonial like a sweat melody that will ring over and over and over in their memories.