Thirty years ago I began to understand
Grown-up love and relationships
Twenty-eight years ago I wept in pain
I began to pray and kept on praying.
Not for love reunited, rekindled, reborn
But for a creation of God to see
God would shelter him in the storm
He was a cherished soul to The King.
Years ticked by adding one upon one
Sometimes I knew where he was
The battles fought and who had won
But mostly I knew only a deep silence.
Still he crossed my mind quite often
And all I could do was continually pray
That God would win in the end.
Prayer through Year 1
Beyond year 28…
And the wall is starting to crumble
The demons are looking nervous
Excuses are beginning to tumble
Answers are filtering in and in and in.
So I will keep looking toward the hills
Keep praying day after day making years
Until the last stone crumbles to reveal
God’s might will see victory won.
Twenty-eight years more if needed
Until my very last breath because
Satan can and will be defeated
One prayer, one day, one year at a time.
Never stop praying!