The scent of roses filled the air
It bid me come its fragrance smell
Yet there were thorns that spoke of pain
While taking hold its jagged main.
Twas then I thought of my distress
Of broken dreams and loneliness
The heavy cross I had to bear
With little hope someone would care.
I didn't know why this crushing blow
Became my special guest below
This cup of grief I did not ask
As God's appointment for my task.
But then, a crown of thorns appeared
With visions of His pain to show
That by the crushing on His cross
His stripes and wounds would heal the lost.
So then I bowed in grateful praise
That through my crucible of pain
The sweet aroma from above
Can help those hurting find God's love.
--B. Pent
4 comments:
I like this one Dad. Great description of how I sometimes feel before assessing reality in light of God's will and Christ's suffering. Thanks for sharing this.
Very lovely... I know I feel that way sometimes. Thanks for writing these! :) Thanks for the comments on my blog as well. <3
This is beautiful, Dad. It's so easy to think life should be full of ease and without struggle or pain. It reminds me of the song "Am I A Soldier of the Cross". Charae is right...your poems just get more beautiful! I love you, Dad.
Connie
P.S. I am signed under Charae's account...If you didn't notice :)
Papa that was beatuful I loved it
I am sorry that I have not coght up
with your posts I love them all
some are breathtaking I wish you
could come up for the whole summer
that would be fun I would love that
our cousin Chris is sataying for
ten days. that is going to be fun
we could restle with him
as we usaly do when he s here
and we could do the same with you to I donn't mean retle with yoo
play Red light green light
and hide and go seek!!!!!
Annie
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