Suffering

i don’t understand why i don’t understand how but i know that you know when i want to question when i want to scream and beg for answers i do remember how you responded to Job i know that i wasn’t there when you laid the foundations of the earth together i wasn’t there when you called the waters together no, i wasn’t there when you told the sun to take day shift and the moon to take night when you called the stars into being and set the celestial world in its place how could i attempt to know your thoughts and your ways me — totally unworthy of your love yet the recipient of grace and mercy i wasn’t there when you hung on that tree…. the blood streaming down washing away my sin you were battered, bruised ugly and disfigured with my name etched in the palm of your hands with each nail your father turned his back while you expressed your love for me ..through your stripes i am healed although i am in pain although i am in distress your love overshadows me it soothes me when i ache it comforts me when i am uncertain how could i go through this without you? when everything around me is exhausted my friends have gone home my finances diminished my family distant you are there the balm in Gilead the welcoming olive branch my protector, my confidant, my Lord yes, i am suffering but my suffering is but temporary for the day shall come when i shall leave this broken body and my spirit shall rise to behold your beauty to be greeted by your welcoming arms to suffer no more ©2005 Candie A. Price