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Leaning into the Joy
Oh Lord,
I lay my sin
at Your feet.
Precious Lord,
hold my hand
till we meet.
So lonely,
oh so lonely,
I rest my weary body
upon my stairway rail.
Feeling frail --
like I'll
never 'sail'
anywhere again...
Pain in my body
makes me feel stilted;
my friends
are so agile
quick and so spry.
While I lean on my cane
life's adventures are
faster and faster passing
me by.
Will anything ever get better
or is this for a higher purpose
to bring me out
of the dull and dry
every day-life?
I have spent much time
interceding for others
time in loving
and fervent prayer.
Time I wouldn't have
other wise spared
if it weren't
for the staff
Jesus used
to show me the way
teaching me
how to
constructively pray.
I fumble
with cane
and cushions
taking trolleys
to appointments...
This makes it hard
for me
to travel
deepening
my body's painful stride
while putting a sore spot in my pride.
This opens a window
to see another's pain
in a way
I know
I otherwise
would not.
A divine opportunity
now knocks
at the door.
AlI I can do
is put
my hand in Yours.
You bring glory
to our troubles.
Cast a shine
on dingy rubble.
Dry up those heartfelt tears
of recent past and long ago...
Father, how I praise You,
for if tomorrow
I still know
this painful staff
only change my heart;
enlarge my path.
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