HOW EMPTINESS SINGS

HOW EMPTINESS SINGS

Brother, he’s suffered like a tree taken down
Wept as he witnessed his dreams carved out
And how can a man just keep walking around
With his heart full of holes
But ooh,
His bow is on the strings
And the tune resonates in the open space
To show us how emptiness sings

Glory to God, Glory to God!
In fullness of wisdom,
He writes my story into his song,
My life for the glory of God.

Sister carries her loneliness
In a hidden hollow inside her chest
And sometimes all that she wants is an end
To the long, long night
But ooh,
Her bow is on the strings,
And the tune resonates in the open space
To show us how emptiness sings:
Glory to God, Glory to God!
In fullness of wisdom,
He writes my story into his song,
My life for the glory of God.
I haven’t been asked yet to walk the hard roads
Still there’s a sense of deep loss in my soul
In the middle of a party, I’ll just want to go
Home.
But ooh,
My bow is on the strings,
I’m beginning to learn where to find the words
To the song that emptiness sings
Ooh, bow is on the strings:
Glory to God! Glory to God!
This is how emptiness sings, oh,
This is how emptiness sings
By Christa Wells

I've always liked this song since I first heard it. Now I completely understand it.
I was always the last verse, not feeling like I had been asked to walk a hard road, but always feeling a loss in my soul.  I was that person.......before this year. 
Now.....  Now I feel like I walk around with my heart full of holes, and I carry loneliness in a hidden hollow inside my chest and I just want life to end.
I am empty.
This is when God talks to me. Midst the tears and the pain. My frustration with life and His plan for my life. He talks to me. Not always immediately, but I feel His comfort and His Love.

I saw a movie this week. By myself. Amy would have loved it.
I cried.  
I went shopping and couldn't buy her anything except something to decorate her grave.  
I screamed and sobbed most of the way home. 
We  finally got her life insurance, so we paid for her funeral and memorial headstone, exactly two months  after her funeral. 
I cried quiet tears while we talked to the funeral director. 
He is a wonderful man in a horrible business.
I sorted through the rest of Amy's clothes, her pjs, underwear, shoes, and coats. I cried more.
This has been a hard week, but God is still walking this road with me.
Glory to God, Glory to God!
In fullness of wisdom,
He writes my story into His song,
My life for the glory of God.
This is how emptiness sings, oh,
This is how emptiness sings.
 My life for the glory of God.