Pain

Anxiety, pain, anger, and loneliness, all my heart has recently known.
These my constant companions, their seeds of affliction have sown.
Thus I come to thee, for I have no where else to go.
Water these seeds with grace, that in your time they might grow.
Use their fruit to proclaim your goodness, that others might know the sweetness I have tasted.
Use them also to nourish my meekness, thus shall my pain not have been wasted.

Teach me not to despise my life’s lot;
I ask only that I might not live, and love thee not.

Destitution

A Meditation on Psalm 102:17 and 34:18

The LORD regards the cry of the destitute,
he does not despise their prayer.
He bends down his ear to the humble,
extending his tender care.
He is close to the broken-hearted
and saves the crushed in spirit.
Those knowing their own brokenness,
through his love can bear it.
Kings and beggars he regards alike
and blessing to all he does impart.
Man esteems the outward appearance,
but God searches the heart.
And alas, now, will he look upon me,
with all my failings and pride?
What but “grace” can I plead?
My destitution I cannot hide.

Yet hope I have that will endure,
joy of heart, and love secure.
For all my failures Jesus does forgive and redeem;
He makes a broken man whole, his grace to esteem.

I am

I am…

Swimming while drowning,
sweating while cold,
lost while finding,
broken while whole.

Weak and needing,
poor and pleading.

Empty, but not alone,
helpless, but not disowned.

You are…

Loving while finding,
healing while binding.

Life, I find, is not about me.
Truth, can be, hard to believe.
Love, Oh Father, help me receive.

Glory, Oh God, to you and not me.

Death

What will be said, when they put you in the ground?
Will your life have had meaning, will it have been profound?
Will you have made a difference to those you leave behind?
Will your life have been more than a short span of time?

What will people read, when they walk by your grave?
Will your tombstone have anything worth reading to say?
Do you live your life now in light of your death?
Will what you do matter after your last breath?

The wise remember the day of their doom,
And ever live life in light of their tomb.

“It is better to go to the house of mourning than to go to the house of feasting,
for this is the end of all the living, and the wise lay it to heart.”
Ecclesiastes 7:2

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