Christian Living

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Games People Play

Pain that cuts without incision,
Tears that fall from depths within;
Blows that make a strong heart stagger
Brought about by just a whim.

Silent actions with their dagger
Aimed at qualities I love;
These developed from a lifetime
To take safely home above.

I must put aside my teardrops,
Wash the crimson blood away
And prepare for yet another
Fresh assault again today.

Are these only from the tempter
Fiery darts to brush aside?
When they feel like they’ll be numbered
With the giants of my life?

I’m not nursing my inflictions
To expand to life time threats;
I am buffing up the edges,
Not to fill life with regrets.

For the torturous pain I suffer
Is no different than He felt,
When the garden, ( sweetest chapel)
Must consume the blood that fell.

Love is measured by surrender,
Splendid covering for our flaws;
Good outdoing all the evil
Planned ignoring God’s pure law.


He will aid with my recovery -
Teaching me in every way
Wisdom, as I seek the precious
Plan to follow every day.

Then, at last when I surrender
Open my eyes forevermore;
I will reap rewards for seeking
His way on this foreign shore.

I trust Jesus as I travel
Through this barren, thirsty land.
I’ll be grateful (even in Heaven)
I could always feel His hand.


©© 2007 by Joan Clifton CostnerUnder His Wings Heavenly Poetry
Joan is a Heavenly Inspirations Author.
This poem may be used in its entirety, with credits in tact,
for non-profit ministering purposes.

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