Tears On My Pillow

Tears On My Pillow

If there was no love there would be no grief
The loss of my loves is beyond belief

Grieving is timeless and does not discriminate
Brokenhearted, hurting, too much to articulate

Tears on my pillow
Sadly, I am not alone

Loss in living when your loved one is gone
Intense, chaotic, emotions so strong

I can’t get through this grief alone
I lay down the need to be brave and strong

No more life together on this side of eternity
However, I can get through this with God and me

Leaning into grief like waves of the ocean
Trust and being ever present is a great devotion

The holidays are coming so what do I do?
Pray, reach out and God will get me through.

Brokenhearted, hurting a room filled with pain
Each story very different yet similar just the same

Pain is equal in loss and great severity
Trust the process to bring healing and clarity

Do the next right thing may seem insurmountable
It is only with God can I do the impossible.

Grief may take me wherever it will
God will show me ALL in His great reveal


The above poem was inspired by the strong, courageous and brave men, women and teenagers who walked through the doors tonight for GriefShare. Thank you to the creators. Thank you to HPF for opening up His church to reach the broken and thank you especially to the faithful leaders for facilitating this program. Your authentic passion and intentional love to help others grow toward healing through Christ leaves me speechless. May our Lord continue to bless you and your families.

I dedicate this poem to Momma and Daddy. Heaven is just too far away. I will see you again one day. I love you! Your baby girl.

Father God, thank You for giving me the words and gifting to share. I give You all the glory, honor, and praise that you so richly deserve by, in and through this process. Come and get Your glory Lord.

Two are better than one because they have a good return for their labor. For if either of them falls, the one will lift up his companion. But woe to the one who falls when there is not another to lift him up. Ecclesiastes 4:9-10 (NASB)
Hear my cry, O God;
listen to my prayer.
From the ends of the earth I call to you,
I call as my heart grows faint;
lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
For you have been my refuge,
a strong tower against the foe.
I long to dwell in your tent for ever
and take refuge in the shelter of your wings.[b]
For you, God, have heard my vows;
you have given me the heritage of those who fear your name.
Increase the days of the king’s life,
his years for many generations.
May he be enthroned in God’s presence for ever;
appoint your love and faithfulness to protect him.
Then I will ever sing in praise of your name
and fulfil my vows day after day.
Psalm 61

Second release. Originally posted September 2015. 

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