What is this pain, my precious Dad,
That twists deep down inside,
The hurt that causes me to weep,
In you I will confide.
What is this pain, Father of mine,
That won't let go of me,
The one that takes my every thought,
Why won't it let me be.
What is this pain, my one Savior,
I want to be so strong,
A smiling face, it's not for real,
I fill up with all that's wrong.
What is this pain, King of kings,
That dulls when I'm with you,
I refuge in your shelter, Lord,
I kneel down at your pew.
What is this pain, Lord of my life,
Please take it all away,
And leave me with your perfect peace,
Real joy inside to stay.
You make known to me the path of life; in your presence there is fullness of joy; at your right hand are pleasures forevermore.
Psalm 16:11
4 years ago
1 comment:
i love this poem and the verse at the end, what hope we have in Him, even when we think there are no answers, no possibilities, we need only draw close to His presence and there we will be overwhelmed with joy all the way to fullness
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