I’m 16 years old, sitting in the dark, on my dirty clothes hamper, singing this song I wrote, to my hair brush. My heart is broken, I have no reason to live. All alone, despair chokes the air I breath.
For those who are here with no hope in sight, God promises that weeping is only for the night and joy comes in the morning. Your time is coming. Allow hope to come back to you as you walk in God’s promises.
ODE TO BOBBY JO,
It’s funny you know, How your world can fall apart.One minute your smiling,The next it’s breaking your heart. I remember the night we met,We laughed over simple things.We shared all my favorite songs,You said all my favorite things. I didn’t ever think it would end,Not this love affair.I didn’t see the end in site,I thought you would always care.
But I’ve got a lot of learning to do,Cause you’re like all the rest.I know you didn’t’ mean to hurt.But you left my mind in a mess. I lived back in make believe,With you there holding me tight.The next thing I knew you had to leave,I cried all my tears that night. I didn’t ever think it would end,Not this love affair.I didn’t see the end in sight,I thought you would always care.
God cares. I’m loved by him each day and now I’m loved by a beautiful man that is my soulmate.
Psalm 30:5
For His anger is but for a moment, His favor is for life; Weeping may endure for a night, But joy comes in the morning.