Should sorrow come my way
and darkness cover all I see
Should I lose my dreams
And tragedy descend upon me
I’ll cling to You with my last grip
And place all my hope in You
Knowing your heavenly purposes
Prevail regardless of earthly truths
Your love remains the same
Your promises do not change
Broken and defeated
Crumbling to the ground
My hands reached out
And felt His feet
…….
My tears streamed down
Succumbing to pain’s sting
But anguish turned to praise
As I trusted this lowly King
“As she stood behind him at his feet weeping, she began to wet his feet with her tears. Then she wiped them with her hair, kissed them and poured perfume on them.” Luke 7:38
He sifted me until I was no more
Every ounce of rebellion gone
He tested me and closed every door
Until despair chased away all my wrong
Let this teach me
Let me learn
Let me not be
So self concerned
There are bigger stakes
At hand than me
Let the best picture
Emerge, succeed
Christian Poetry, Thoughts & Analogies 