
Not once, in all times I’ve cried,
Coming to you broken,
In sorrow on bended knee,
Heart burdened with pain,
Not once, have You not heard.
Yet, of certain things
You’ve not replied though
In tears I ask again and again.
My heart knows as I walk
Taking steps my eyes can’t see,
That someday soon You will answer,
Fulfilling things hoped for
By this trusting soul, for
Not once, have You not heard.
Sonnet (Modern-unrhymed)
(Based on Hebrews 11:1 and 2Corinthians 5:7)