A Heart That Bides

In the rain and in the mud
Where flowers drown and beauty hides
I hear the slow and steady thud
Of a heart that holds its time to bide.

The heavy past is hard to bear
The clouds block out the sun
And when the moon is drenched in blood
It seems too hard to run.

I never thought a hope was here
And never thought this dearth would bare
But all things here are possible
And we ourselves are in His care.