This poem is one of the most personal I have written. In fact, it is an heartfelt prayer; my heartfelt prayer.
A dear friend of mine struggles through each day. Though I will not provide specifics, I will admit that he has lived through more than his fair share of struggles...and continues to struggle.
One would think it doesn't seem fair until we're reminded of two things:
-that our ways differ from God's ways
-that God will not place upon us more than we can bear.
So, it appears, my friend has a strong set of shoulders, a set of shoulders the Lord can rely on...for he lives the life of Job on a daily basis, yet he, continually, trusts God.
Even on my worst days, I feel terrible complaining because, in truth, so many people have it worse than me.
However, even those people who suffer most can be thankful that God has granted them another day to live and to breathe fresh air.
They can be thankful that God's love is all-encompassing, reaching out in all directions, reaching to the highest mountains and plummeting to the lowest valleys.
We are all in one of those places at any given moment in time. Our positions may change from one day to the next...but we are somewhere within the range of God's love. We can count on it because the Bible tells us so!!!
But, still, my heart becomes troubled when I hear of a friend in need so I do what I do best...I turn the problem over into my Father's hands.
God's hands are the hands I truly trust.
He won't become startled and drop you, breaking you into a million pieces.
He won't take chances with your life by tossing you into the air as though you were a ball.
Instead, He will cradle you as a loving mother cradles her child.
He will whisper loving words into your ears to bring a smile to a tear-stricken face.
He will watch you as you fall asleep, exhausted from another battle-weary day.
Yes, I can trust you in His hands; you who struggle from day to day, you who feel as though there's no hope in sight, you who are at the end of your rope.
Just hang on. Your redemption draweth nigh.
Below you will find a poem where I turned a dear friend over to my Father's capable, loving hands.
Yes, my frustration and heartache is apparent. I am human and my emotions overwhelm me, at times.
However, I would hope that my faith in my Heavenly Father is as evident as my heartache.
An Appeal
I miss you more today than most
So bad I want to cry.
You’re hurting, I can’t be there
Why, oh why, my heart doth sigh.
Tears flow freely from my heart
Lord, how much more can he take?
Lord, he just can’t keep this pace-
His spirit’s gonna break!
What else does he have to prove?
What other lesson must he learn?
Lord, he’s been to hell and back
Yet, Your love he doesn’t spurn!
Lord, I just can’t understand
Yet, I love You more each day.
I trust that You know what’s best
But there’s just so much dismay.
Your ways are not like ours.
You state it in Your Word.
But how much must we suffer
Before our prayers are heard?
My heart isn’t filled with doubt.
I know that You can heal.
I’m asking for a miracle.
I’m making an appeal!
Please, dear Lord, hear my cry.
Honour this heartfelt prayer!
I know You know what’s best
But, please, show us You care!
Show us, Lord, and heal us.
We’ve been hurting for too long.
Show us, Lord, and heal us
So we can lift our voice in song.
We praise You for Your answer,
Whatever You decide.
We promise to do our best
In Your love, we’ll abide.
Copyright 2004 Norma Budden-Aningat
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