By the Sweat of His Brow

Depression desperately looks for the exits

from the sweat of our nightmares.

You entered our fear driven world

and sweat blood of understanding

as you stayed, all in, the flesh of our circumstances.

Proving that you can resurrect us from the terror of our troubles.

Published by

Karisa Moore

I lost my son to suicide. Each day since, I commit my day to turning the page and continuing to write my story. There is no deeper grief, but I know too, that there is no greater hope than bringing life out of death. I offer each page to you as a testimony that there is hope for abundant life!

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