We often ask, "Why me, Lord?"
It seems to be more than we can afford.
He knows our frame and our need,
And keeps us humble so our spirit can bear seed.
To keep our fellowship up to par,
He keeps us reaching from afar,
Until He gives that additional grace,
That develops character for the spiritual race.
Sometimes it comes the gentle way,
And supplies our need as we pray.
Often it comes on a more severe key,
As we become broken and brought to our knee.
We praise Him for the privilege of pain.
It reminds us of Jesus' suffering and shame.
It gives us insight for deeper thought,
And prepares us for the battles to be fought.
Thank you, Lord, for trials like these,
That keep us humble and on our knees.
Thank you for the burdens we share.
Thank you for those who care.
If God does not do His work in us,
Our spirit becomes weak and we will rust.
Forgive us, Lord, when we do not understand.
Give us faith to see your nail-scarred hand.
Hi Mr. Ted,
ReplyDeleteThis is a beautiful poem. Sometimes when I find myself in the midst of a burden, I become angry and I question why. However, all of God's burdens end up making me stronger and when times are good, I am more grateful. In the end, I am thankful for crosses he asks me to share because they do bring to me knees. They make me concious that I am totally dependent upon Gods love and mercy. Regardless of how much I think I'm in control, it is God who we rely on.