Through the Tears of Loneliness by Deborah Hemingway

Through the tears of Loneliness, I’d moan and I’d groan,

God please show me an advantage of living alone.

He said. Your maker is now your husband in verse 5 of Isaiah 54.

So my God is now my husband, and my God doesn’t ever snore.

I drink milk from the carton and juice from the jar.

Less dishes to wash, which suits me by far.

I can walk through my house in my undies as well,

There’s no one to see me, and no one to tell.

The tv’s all mine to watch what I please,

Or just leave it off and sing loudly off key.

I can pray in the spirit, I dance and I sing.

I read my Bible out loud, I spend time with my King.

No holding and prancing, waiting to sit on the throne,

That’s just a few of the many advantages of Living Alone.

It is my choice to grieve in Loneliness, or to receive God’s healing touch. I thank You, Lord, for my humor, and for Loving me, oh so much!