I once scorned ev’ry fearful thought of death.
When it was but the end of pulse and breath,
But now my eyes have seen that past the pain
There is a world that’s waiting to be claimed.
Earthmaker, Holy, let me now, depart,
For living’s such a temporary art.
And dying is but getting dressed for God.
“Oh, that I might have my request,
that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
That it would please God to crush me . . .” Job 6:8
I have been in crushing times when relief didn’t come like I wanted.
Lord, I can’t always understand what is going on in my life or the lives of loved ones, and so I cry out for Your mercy. And here’s a simple poem . . .
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The Crushing Place
Source- asterick.apod.coms
We may not know
what it was like
to be Job
in a place
so desperately thin
he’d ask God
to crush him
but for those that
do know
that are there
we cry out
for mercy
and hold them
in prayer.
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Deb Feller’s Blog– Simple Poems, A Simple Blog: http://wp.me/K8fw
Pr. Lowe is having a little computer trouble, so I’m helping out and shining a little light into his world and yours today.
Light
The Light of life
Piercing the darkness
Illuminating truth
Clearing away strife
The Light of the world
Displacing hopelessness
Radiating pure grace
His majesty unfurled
The one true Light
Savior of the lost
Shining in the darkness
To the blind giving sight
When Jesus spoke again to the people, he said, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.” John 8:12 (NIV).