Hope for the Lonely on Thanksgiving (and Other Holiday
/If the table reminds you
of who isn’t there
And the silence exposes
the things you don’t share
If the posts twist the sharp knife
that lives in your soul
If the holiday points to
that big gaping hole
If the longings and losses
Pound loud like a drum
Lean closer and I’ll tell you
of all that will come:
Of the table He’s made by
the wood off a cross
Of the family around it
made whole by His loss
One day our tears, grief, and pain
Like butter will melt
One day there is only gain
All horror unfelt
Because He redeemed it all,
Each wound of the heart
He was pierced to make us whole,
Never more apart
Together is the ending
Of this big story
All the zigs and zags will be
All for His glory
Today it’s okay to cry
And to grieve what’s not
But as you weep my dear friend
Cling to this true thought:
Christ has come, He will return,
He sits by your side
He understands how you yearn
He knows how you’ve cried
You may feel alone today
But He is with you
And He has promised one day
To make it all new