Sonnet

I have lost my rhyme, and reason to write

The source of my hurt, my tears, and my pain
My depression and sorrows have all died
I can't find it in me to cry again.
I have lost my words, all despairing thought
My wounds have bled, scabbed, healed; scars disappeared
Where once, solace in pain and death I sought
Now fears and doubts have taken flight, and cleared.
I have lost my rhyme, but gained so much more
Such price as this I am willing to pay
To live in love and joy for evermore
To lose transient words which will fade away.
And all because You first loved me, my Lord
And made known Your lasting Word, Spirit's sword.