But the Man of Sorrows, Jesus, knows every detail, every nuance, every heartache, every gut-wrenching situation and stands ready to help carry us through the darkest hell.
The other night I couldn't sleep. My mind played games. Ruminating can be disastrous. But words and phrases that came to mind were placed in sentences and random thoughts became poetry, albeit frightening stuff.
Here's what I wrote about the strange place I found myself in:
This strange place in which I stand
Is neither hell nor promised land;
But shards of both now pierce my soul,
O God, please make me well and whole!
This strange place in which I sit
Can be a throne or deep, dark pit;
But hidden from the Son's warm ray
O God, please take the pain away!
This strange place in which I lie
With dread cry out "O let me die";
Now where I lie or sit or stand,
O God, please take my trembling hand.
This strange place so fraught with pain
Beset by loss and seldom gain;
Can be the place You've brought me to
Where all I have is me...
And YOU!
Copyright © 2011 - David W. Fisher
God has a way of bringing us out into a better place. During those dark, depressing hours I reread the 18th Psalm where David joyfully states, "He brought me out into a spacious place; He rescued me because He delighted in me." - Psalm 18:19 (NIV)
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God has a way of bringing us out into a better place. During those dark, depressing hours I reread the 18th Psalm where David joyfully states, "He brought me out into a spacious place; He rescued me because He delighted in me." - Psalm 18:19 (NIV)
Note: Your comments are greatly appreciated. Thank you!
