Bucket of tears…

Lord, You are my comfort;
You hold me in Your hands and cover me with Your wings.
In whatever life may bring, You are there…
You are my guide.

Lord, You know my pain;
You feel my heart each time it breaks and pick up each piece with tender care.
No matter how hard life may press, You are there…
You are my strength.

I don’t know how long this pain will last,
But You do; and You know the purpose for which it has come.
You see my tears and hear my cries for help and relief.
And You shall answer.

And You shall place my tears in a bucket
And use them to water the soil of my healing.
Then I shall grow…grow into a tree of strength,
Rooted and grounded in Your love; fed by Your Spirit.

You are my Redeemer.

 

Darkness to Light – a poem

They come and go
Ebb and flow -
Quiet whispers
In the darkness.
I cry out into this darkness;
my voice returns to me.
Answering my cry,
“Follow the step in front of you;
it will take you where you need to go.”

Who am I?
Where do I belong?
My heart sings its dirge
And continues to long
for the deep, long wide, high
Love He gives;
making me free,
giving me reason to live.
Filling every empty place;
moving me beyond this
time and space.
Causing me to drink deeply
of Eternity’s wine;
the hope of life that is mine
in Him.

His hands, His feet
His side;
Thorns piercing flesh.
His deep heart cries.
My freedom, my healing,
my remedy;
The pain
that brought me
victory
is His…
and mine,
Because He’s given it to me.
How can I live
Except to be
His – alone?

All that is me,
all that is real
belong to Him.
Closing the door
on things that
cause my heart’s desire
to dim.
Walking away
into Light’s beauty.
Living the grace
that shatters the darkness;
being free
to follow His pace
to Eternity’s door
where I find true life
and live no more
in the darkness and shadows
of false existence.

I stumble, fall,
rise, walk,
stumble, falter,
rise, crawl.
Lifting my hands,
lifting my heart;
reaching for Him
seeking to see
only to feel
His hand
Gently enveloping me.
Moving me on
pressing me into His
Presence;
His guidance,
His love,
His life,
His freedom,
His pain,
His joy,
His suffering…

His victory.

 

M. Lewis © 2006