Words spoken . . .you promised never to say
and he’s hurt and turned away.
Broken dreams widen the gap
Between wedding vows and the life you unwrap.
A single word frozen like a knife,
Ready to cut the oneness committed for life.
But, he turns, his hands cup your face
The condemnation you expect—grace.
“Do we stop the story here or turn the page?
Am I still your knight, ready to engage,
Fight whatever battles that come our way,
Bend my knee to lift you up and pray?
Do we allow this struggle to make us stronger.
And hold on for just a bit longer.
Do we turn the page?”
Teenager caught between holding it together and living a lie.
No longer sure whether to live or die.
You’ve been told that anything goes
And your drinking is just being one of the Joes.
You stagger home to your mother’s worried embrace,
No longer able to meet her eye, such a disgrace.
But, she cries out to the one who hears.
Seeking hope through her many tears.
“Do I stop the story here or turn the page?
Do I continue to love him through his rage;
Lay him upon the alter of your care?
Let go and have peace that you are aware.
Do I allow the struggle to make me stronger
And hold out for just a bit longer?
Do I turn the page?”
Your heart cries out to know the truth!
What’s your story, what will your life produce?
The only way to ever know the answer to what happens in the end
Is to turn the page and let a new day begin.
Do you allow life’s struggles to make you stronger
And hold onto the truth just a bit longer?
When faith is fading fast
And you’re sure your role has already been cast
Turn the page your story is not done
God’s the author and he has already won!
He knows our darkest page,
His son turned it and death lost its sting . . .
Do we stop the story here or turn the page?