Poems

God’s Hands

Sometimes we must be
hurt in order to grow,
we must fail in order to know,
we must lose in order to gain,
Some lessons are learned best only through pain.
Sometimes our vision
clears only after our eyes are washed with tears.
Sometimes we have to be broken so we can be tender; sick, so we
can rest and think better on things more important than work or fun.
Trip near death, so we can assess how we’ve ran.
Sometimes we have to suffer lack so we can know God’s provisions,
feel another’s pain,
so we can have a sense of mission.
So take heart my
friend,
If you don’t understand today,
instead of grumbling,
ask God what he means to say.
In order to learn, you must endure
and learn to see the bigger picture.
In Order to grow, you must stand.
Look beyond the hurt, to God’s loving hands that takes what is good
and gives what is best.
And on this blessed
thought rest, as your anxious heart with questions wait.
God’s hand only gives what his loving heart dictates.

Your Cross

Whatever your cross,
whatever your pain,
there will always be sunshine after the rain.
Perhaps you may
stumble, perhaps even fall,
but God’s always ready to answer your call.
He knows every heartache, sees every tear,
a word from his lips can calm every fear.
Your sorrows may
linger throughout the night,
but suddenly vanish at dawn’s early light.
The Savior is waiting somewhere above,
to give you his grace and send you his love.
Whatever your cross,
whatever your pain,
God always sends rainbows after the rain.