The Other Side

 I am on the other side

I already walked through that fire

and if you could cut me open 

you would see my scars


So when I encourage you

in the midst of your own fire,

please know that I remember

I remember how harsh the heat was


I am not making light of the struggle

and deep down I still feel the pain too


But I was transformed for the better

I was made stronger in the fighting

and God brought me through

and He is there with you too


and before you know it, 

you will be on the other side with me

(scars and all)

and I will still be encouraging you


because I know the power 

of always seeking the silver lining

The power that is in the Hope of Tomorrow


-C


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