My Pain

Poetry

It’s taken me captive 

Been ruthless and cold

Gripping my heart

Unwilling to let go

I’ve pressed on despite it

Used it to grow

Gotten used to its presence

And welcomed it home

It’s had purpose, made gains

Inspired me to change

Been my friend, left me slain

My daily reminder, my pain

2 Corinthians 12: 8-10

8Three times I pleaded with the Lord to take it away from me. 9But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. 10That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.

A Word on Grief

Poetry

Please tell me there will be

another season around the bend

Tell me this heartache

will come to an end

 

So far its ceasing

has come and gone

And quickly reappears

before too long

 

Most may think

I should have already moved on

Truth is, I have.

But the pain’s still not gone

 

Matthew 5:4

Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.

Revelation 21:4

He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.

Psalm 34:18

The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.