Tuesday, August 24, 2010

God pours life into death and death into life without a drop being spilled. ~ Author Unknown



Today would be my mother's 83rd birthday if she was still alive. I am posting a poem I wrote for her shortly before she died in 1989. I've printed it before, but this is one that she especially loved, so this is for her:



Private Pain


There is a place of private pain where only you can trod.
The path is not an easy one unless you trust in God.
The times you feel you can't go on, when no one understands,
The Lord is there to ease you through, to take you by the hand.


There is a place of private pain where silent tears are shed,
Where Jesus is beside you, giving comfort as He said.
His arms wrapped close around you and His Holy Presence near,
You know you can rest easy and you needn't ever fear.


There is a place of private pain...I'm in its midst right now.
I know the Lord's preparing me...I cannot tell you how
But in my heart of hearts I know that when I need Him near
The only thing I'll do is ask and He will be right here.

5 comments:

Betty said...

Very beautiful Kris! You have a gift.

Pat said...

This poem touched my heart. Thank you for sharing it. It is so true.

Average Girl said...

That was one of the most beautiful poems ever... it brought tears to my eyes... Thank you Kris for your incredibly insightful words on my blog today... It meant the world to me!

Tracy

Rob-bear said...

How delightfully thoughtful!

Esther said...

This brought tears rolling out of my eyes! You are so gifted, Kris - thanks for sharing your words and your love.