My heart is beating, trembling with sorrow, fearful you will not return.
My voice can only whisper, I dare not utter a spoken word.
There is still hope, but it dwindles, yet still, it remains in me.
"Be still, And as you wait,
I will renew your strength,
And as you wait, I will carry you on my wings."
~Bekah Shae, Rest
My prayers are thoughts that drift upwards to the ears of God.My tears are soul wrenching.My face stained with anguish brimming from my grief.But still, I believe in miracles, I believe, I believe.