Struggle 

Poetry

There’s a little extra pain in my tears

A little more sorrow in my heart

The struggle is getting the best of me 

Each day I’m not sure how to start

One breath at a time

I slowly move forward and pray

That I’ll see something, hear a word

That sounds different than it did yesterday

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Just a Game

Poetry

None of it makes sense to me

And my heart still feels the pain

Did I ever mean anything to you

Or was it always just a game

Everything you accused me of

Is what you were doing the whole time

You casually made me your enemy

While I sat doe eyed and blind

None of it makes sense to me

I’m left with knots in my brain

Unable to get them untangled

Still trapped in the webs of your game

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.

This Path

Poetry

When I feel led by You

I have to follow through

Despite what others may say

It may sound foolish

The path I choose

But I’m following it anyway
I won’t do this perfectly
I’ll deny You 

and I’ll fall
But this is the way 

I want to go

This path is worth it all
John 10:27
My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me.

Troubles

Poetry

You use pain to show me your healing

You use weakness to show me your strength

You use sadness to show me your joy

So rain down your will on me today.
How can I complain when trials come,

when they open my eyes to your face

Every disappointment

throws me in your arms

So rain down more troubles today.

He is Sufficient

Poetry

Sometimes all you want to do is fix it.  You want relationships to mend, illnesses to heal and circumstances to change.  You want a miracle.  But a miracle doesn’t come, the relationship doesn’t mend and the illness doesn’t heal.  And you are left in the wake of unwanted circumstances that seem to have no chance of recovery and your footsteps are heavy as you walk and wait for an answer.  And the Lord says these are the times His grace is sufficient.

My grace is sufficient in your pain

My grace is sufficient in death

My grace is sufficient in your weakness

My grace is sufficient in brokenness.

My purpose for you will still be accomplished

although it doesn’t look the way you think it should

My purpose will supersede your desires

I’ll work this all out for your good.

Proverbs 3:5-6

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart
and lean not on your own understanding;
in all your ways submit to him,
and he will make your paths straight.”