I didn't know quite what it was
But this I sought to know,
How Jesus could be all to me
So grief I'd overthrow.
I read a quote that struck me so
That struggles we will hoard,
In the seeking of a thing
Other than the Lord.
So, that is such a ponder
What then do I seek,
What of the self I nurture-
Would God in me defeat.
For if I might discover
The burden then may lift,
(Not the problem, but the burden)
Lord, grant wisdom as a gift.
For I am tired of this struggle
That has me tied in chains,
Tired of the agony
Of all I cannot ascertain.
There's much I need sustain
And from much I must abstain,
But not to hug my friends and family
Is the biggest heart felt pain.
Dear Lord, I pray reveal to me
What now I need to learn,
That I may trust Your heart
And of Your will discern.
Free my mind from torment
May the heartache cease,
May I feel Your love
That I may know Your peace.
~**~
Soft whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems ©Feb 2012
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
Poetry from the Heart
Let your condition be ever so extreme;
human friendship not meet the need,
earthly supplies fail,
sympathy removed, dark
despair enthroned grimly
and coldly upon your heart;
there yet is hope in God!
~ Octavius Winslow ~
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