Abigail Grey Photography

Others have said it,
And better,
That suffering is
The key
To the front door of
God’s heart.
Sorrow is an invitation,
A ride,
A password
Into the Presence.
It is the pounding
That molds us gently
Into the contours of
The Savior’s side,
Where He has saved us a seat!
Millions and millions have
Loved Him, and I
Get to sit next to Him
And swing my foot in time with His.
And there is only pure love, holy love,
When we are leg to leg.
Arrows that pierce also soften,
And isn’t it amazing that
The softened heart is stronger than
The hardened one?
A melted heart bears the pain, unbroken,
And rests its head on the sweet shoulder
Sighing, ‘Oh, my Friend.’