Beauty from trouble—

And such trouble endured

How it crept up upon me,

How all of this unfurled

Beauty from heartache—

And the turmoil ensued.

How You never forgot,

How You constantly pursued.

Beauty from longing—

From the hunger and thirst.

You were my reminder

That healing comes to the broken places first.

Beauty from depravity—

and the realization, too,

That I can’t live half alive,

Yet I know who I am with You.

Beauty from ashes—

Can this, oh can this be?

When these days make me weary

and I desire to be free?

Beauty from ashes—

Can this be the truth?

I believe, I BELIEVE

And now I can feel the growth of roots.

Beauty in hope—

Maybe not now, but soon

Shortly I will grow into something of a heliotrope

stretched high to the sky in full bloom

Beauty from pain—

I am no longer the same.

You have made me new