My heart is hardened with hatred.
The sun is not hot enough to melt away its grief.
No words, no pills can remove its grip on me.
Despair and destruction whirl my emotions like a hurricane.
My soul feels like an abyss, stagnant.
I am told to look to a different sun, the one spelled s-o-n.
He came to give us new life. He takes sorrow and shame and gives us laughter and love.
His love is an all consuming fire that refines and purifies.
Our pain is never wasted, it is redeemed.