God is my portion and my delight; my hope in whom I have trust.

Pain rips, sears, floods

With overwhelming vengeance

Hopeless, desperate for more 

To satisfy it's craving 

Leaving devastation in its wake Ravaging deliberately the tenderness of flesh

A place where no man sees

Where no sun shines

A hollow grave lay deep within the heart

Where once was flourishing life

BUT GOD

Who came in Light

And penetrated deep in

sorrow-filled wells

With His own flesh and blood replaced

The aimless wanderings of 

Disabled creatures

Once paralyzed in anguish

Now free and whole

Basked in the glow of warmth

Pouring forth from infinite 

Grace and mercy

Entombed in man from eternity

Available to all who open their eyes

And see the hand that reaches out

From death to life

We are transformed with

Burdens to lay aside and armor to fight

The searing, ripping, jolts no more

The pain - reminders that we are

Waiting for Our groom to come

And whisk away His bride for

ETERNITY

Where pain is just a memory

And blissful prose and melody

Will drip from tongues of perfect beings

In harmonious anthems 

to the One who came and ransomed captive His people

With Love

In High School, I enjoyed writing poems. This poem was written after an incredibly terrible time in my life. It caused me to turn my back on The Lord for a brief season. I hardened my heart to His voice, and I was miserable. I wrote this when I stopped fighting His will in my life. I found it in one of my old journals. It is funny because reading it reminded me of the day so vividly, but I hadn't thought of that day since. I guess that is the reason one journals in the first place? It was a summer evening and I was so over everything in my life. I ruined all options in my life because of my response to this situation. I allowed it to take away all the things I worked so hard for. That evening had marked one year from this terrible event. I had kept it in because it seemed the best thing to do at the time. But it changed me in ways that I still deal with today. That night, however, I sat in my favorite chair at the library and wrote that poem. It was the beginning of a greater work God was doing in my life. A work that will continue until I am home with Him!