I know I grunt, moan, kick, and fight. But I really just want a normal life. I try to hide the way I feel, the pain I'm in, the tears I shed. I try to hide myself from the world. But I can't hide from everyone. God knows my heart and my hurts and pains, He knows my feelings, and every single ache and mistake I've made. He knows I'm tired and scared, and his hand is reached out to help me cope with all this. I know God understands me, he is the one who created me. I know he heals my hurt and pain, cause when I'm at my lowest he always brings me to higher ground. I know that I wouldn't be here today without the help of God and his mercy and grace. I know that God is watching me and has a pair of angels out to guide me. I know that God is here today, I feel his presence, mercy, and grace. I know that God loves me he hung on a tree and shed his blood for you and me. I know that God could do the same for you, if you let him in. Open up the flood gates of your heart, let go of your pain, forget about your past mistakes, and show God your ready for a change. God is ready to take you in. Will you open up for him?
Thursday, June 11, 2009
God knows and is Waiting.
June 11, 2009
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Painful Accommodations
Wiffled by pain inside myself. Stuck by pricks of undefiend health.
Traveling in labor of no apparent kind, sharp knives stick, point, and grind at my insides.
Wallowing in ballows of pain, lights going out on a clear day. Spots appear and my eye sight fades as I grope for the bed and some relief of any kind.
Pain pills won't do it, heating pads can't help, I'm grumbled into a gigantic painful mess.
God, I cry in my desperation, please save me from my hour of these painful accommodations.
So I wait on the Lord, as He is my strength and slowing I regain sight and speech. My mind clears of painful thoughts, my body frees of painful pricks.
I know the Lord has been merciful to me once again. I know the Lord has saved me from myself, my pain, my mess. Thank you Jesus!
Traveling in labor of no apparent kind, sharp knives stick, point, and grind at my insides.
Wallowing in ballows of pain, lights going out on a clear day. Spots appear and my eye sight fades as I grope for the bed and some relief of any kind.
Pain pills won't do it, heating pads can't help, I'm grumbled into a gigantic painful mess.
God, I cry in my desperation, please save me from my hour of these painful accommodations.
So I wait on the Lord, as He is my strength and slowing I regain sight and speech. My mind clears of painful thoughts, my body frees of painful pricks.
I know the Lord has been merciful to me once again. I know the Lord has saved me from myself, my pain, my mess. Thank you Jesus!
June 11, 2009
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