family

So many stories left yet untold
So many hearts broken by secrets that mold
Generation after generation the curse trudges on
Til' someone with boldness turns their brilliant light on
It feels like a fight -
for a great battle shall ensure -
souls are at stake - and darkness presses hard.

"Fear not my child, I'm with you always,
I know every thought, and every tear I see.
Fear not my child, I'm with you always,
I know how to care for what belongs to me..."

Left to our own, we shall certainly fail,
Yet in the hands of our Father is peace like no other.
His yoke is easy, and His burden is light -
We can always trust - for us He shall fight.
For when vict'ry is won in the heart of a man,
all Heaven rejoices, and dances, and sings!

Families these days are far from perfect -
Broken, lost and weary - destructive - we forfeit.
Though battered and bruised,
worn and crazy we come -
there is hope in the Father - Who rises above!

Our identity is not in these generational things -
but in the One who created us to simply BE!

(a poem by: C.Zbylut 11/23/2009)