Through the way of Pain A blue night with mist of light Outlines a path in the middle of the dark hours…. They are long as the moon gazes down, A brightness not too much to bear. Through the wilderness trees that are tall and overbearing I look up and wait to see them fall, Even through my tread and slow step I believe in a Hand that will clear the path And soon as the blue night has kept me wondering The dawn will come and it will be clear and it will be bright I wonder how much writing it would take to get to a point where I know just what is being pulled out of me and what needs to be healed. I am afraid of what I will be faced with. After years of burying pieces of me in lies, God takes me on this path of healing and with His tenderness and love He holds my hand through it all. Finally God is allowed to work it out only because I choose Him to and I know His biggest desire is to heal me from all the pain. This is not a story of com...