The Real Me

I found you crying again...
I found your tears in a bottle.
I said remain here, until I return.
I never let you cry for too long.
Remember their laughter...that was the real me.
The real me is not shattered in a million pieces.
The real me understands, this "illness."

The real me sees my children and lights up with joy.
Their laughter is my pride.
Their upward growth my very sight.
When I think I have lost their faith,
oh how the night is dark.
But then I remember the times they see me and believe.
And its never a someday,
its right now.

Believe me my sons.
Jesus laid down his life so we could live well.
Believe me my daughter,
You are lifted up,
You are not in confusion about this trust.
And the fragments of your life are put together.

You are real right here,
in this moment.
You don't have to be afraid!
You don't have to be any which way.
Just trust.
In this house of cards, still trust.
Then break free!
Break free!

I have seen the highest highs!
Rejoice, for He is real.
You are not left behind.
That is the enemy,
and the enemy is a liar!!!

Put all the pieces back together,
He will, where I once was shattered.
Where my dreams were burned to the ground.
Where I screamed for my "things."
And then I knew.

My children are growing.
And they see me hold on to "things."
Like cigarettes?
Oh but the plague!
The dishonor I feel in addiction.
And I can't stop that fire...

Only God can.
I miss my children.
I miss them...and they grow.
I want them to see my laughter,
not my pain.

God you are everlasting.
Help me light up their world.
Amen.