There is a place both sour and sweet,
A place where burdens and blessings meet,
A spot you are so glad you “got,”
Where you and God, God and you alone,
Talk, listen, cry, whisper and groan
And leave in victory, the battle fought.
Or marked “continued” to tomorrow renew
Before the sun pops into eastern view.
No “room” is to the saint more sweet
Than were he and God, God and he meet.
– eab, 3/13/16
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