Even the darkness
Even the darkness
Even the darkness
Even the darkness
I repeat to myself in the darkness
I scream to myself in the darkness
I breathe to myself in the darkness
In the garden
Was it not darkness to you?
In the garden
When your sweat and blood mixed with the dirt
and your body weary, strained, crying,
knowing what was coming next?
Were you afraid when you asked your Father to take it away,
when you pleaded if there's any other way,
knowing there was none?
Did you love him so much it hurt?
Was it physical, emotional, spiritual, mental–
the excruciating pain?
The thought of being separated, torn apart,
despised, buried, suffocating, abandoned
by your friends as you chose to die eternally for them
Was it dark to you then?
It is dark to me sometimes
I see redemption coming,
but, here, it is dark
— olivia gwyn
Even the darkness is not dark to you;
the night is bright as the day,
for darkness is as light with you.
the night is bright as the day,
for darkness is as light with you.
Psalm 139:12
