I prayed to the Lord for my troubles to cease,
But instead of departing, they seemed to increase.
Each day found new problems I'd not faced before,
And so my depression just grew more and more.
I begged and I pleaded, "Lord, please let me die!
If You can't ease my pain, at least tell me why."
The Lord said, "My dear child, I love you so much!
And I could have erased all those tears with one touch.
But I wanted to teach you to cling to My hand,
And trust Me for things you cannot understand.
I wanted to show you that when things go wrong,
My strength in your weakness will make you grow strong.
You've suffered because you were chosen to be
A light for the lost, and a witness for Me.
As you travel the pathway I've laid out for you,
You will meet many hearts that are suffering too.
And because you have been there, and know what they feel,
You can show them My love, and can help them to heal."
'Twas then that I wept, as I fell on my knees,
And I gave thanks to God for not granting my pleas.
For had I not suffered, and felt such despair,
How could I have known the extent of His care?
Oh, Lord, make me worthy to share Your great love,
And help hurting souls reach Your Heaven above.
© 2005 Betty Jo Mings
2 Corinthians 12:9 (KJV)
And he said unto me,
My grace is sufficient for thee:
for my strength is made perfect in weakness.
Most gladly therefore will I
rather glory in my infirmities,
that the power of Christ may rest upon me.