I’m torn apart, so full of pain
Its arrows shatter all my dreams
My heart is filled with bitter shame
I feel betrayed while given blame!
The anger that disturbs my rest
Has made all trust a distant friend
And like a ship that’s lost at sea
Its waves are crashing down on me.
Why did this jagged cross appear
Inflicting so much pain and tears?
Is this the price that I must pay
For following Jesus every day?
Tis then I hear the Shepherd’s voice
While clinging to His nail-scarred hands
"It is My cross you’re called to bear
It is My love you’re asked to share!"
So from the ashes of my grief
The Potter forms a vessel rare
And yielding to His will I trust
All will result in what is just.
B. Pent
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