There Is A Day
When I fall apart,
He is there.
When damage of sin
breaks and separates,
He is there.
In the panic and fear,
God is near.
In the pain and hurt,
God is near.
In deafening silence,
God hears.
In the mind numbing roar,
God hears.
When confusion spills from eyes,
He gathers the tears.
Guilt and sorrow seep out of eyes,
He gathers the tears.
In the midst of unmet longings,
He makes it right.
There is a day,
When He makes all things right.
About the Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
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