I've been hit with many trials, but this one's knocked me sore,
Like Job within the Bible, I don't know what it's for.
It is stranger than all others, of unknown malady,
With no answers to the questions
I tread so warily.
Then, through the saddest tears I'm learning God knows best
And only if I trust Him, will I ever be at rest.
So, I trust Him for my daily joy, the courage to go on,
Wisdom, what to do and eat
And His strength to be my song.
I trust Him for relationships, all company and love,
I trust Him for my needs each day, He always gives enough.
I trust Him for tomorrow, for all that He has planned,
For when I'll see my family
And what I cannot understand.
I trust Him for my marriage, health of body, mind and soul,
To grant me peace of heart and keep my spirit whole.
I trust Him for my children, that they endure this test,
And find within the struggle
Their lives are being blessed.
I trust Him in the darkness, when the way I cannot see,
And thank Him for the little joys He grants repeatedly.
I trust Him for the future that He has made for me,
By dying, that I live
His love is all I see.
Soft whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems İFeb 2012
Poetry from the Heart
God descends to re-ascend. He comes down; down from the heights of
absolute being....into time and space, down into humanity ... down to the
very roots and sea-bed of the Nature He has created.
But He goes down to come up again and bring the ruined up with Him.
One has the picture of a strong man stooping lower and lower to get himself
underneath some great complicated burden.
He must stoop in order to lift,
he must almost disappear under the load before he incredibly
straightens his back and marches off
with the whole mass upon his shoulders.