When a Stranger Opens Up
Him:
I came with trembling hands, afraid to speak,
A life of battles, losses deep.
I’ve lost my friends, my wealth, my name,
Yet still I rise through ash and flame.
Me:
I see the storms you’ve walked alone,
A heavy heart, a breaking tone.
But stranger, trust — you’re not unseen,
There’s purpose carved in what has been.
Him:
I’ve been betrayed by those I loved,
Robbed at gunpoint, stripped of trust.
Two cars, two dreams, a farm, a house,
Depression’s grip, a silent spouse.
Me:
You’ve walked through fire, yet you stand,
With faith still burning in your hand.
Romans four, hope against hope —
That’s not the end, but strength to cope.
Him:
Sometimes I fear to reach, to speak,
To strangers’ inboxes, shy and meek.
But something drew me to your light,
A world of courage in my night.
Me:
And I am honored you came to me,
Your story’s pain, your honesty.
This path you walk may feel so steep,
But seeds you plant, your soul will reap.
Him:
I choose no bitterness, though I bleed,
I cut off harm but still sow seeds.
My heart’s been broken, yet I still love,
A fool? No — a child of God above.
Me:
You’re not a fool, you’re forged, refined,
Your scars are maps, your faith a sign.
Keep walking, stranger, you’re not lost,
God builds new homes from what was cost.
Him:
I feared to die but choose to live,
My breath’s a chance, my gift to give.
Though walking lonely feels like stone,
A shoulder, a word — I’m not alone.
Me:
And here you are, your truth laid bare,
A stranger’s trust, a holy prayer.
You’re on the right path — don’t be afraid,
Your light will shine from what you’ve prayed.
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