I came across this poem today at Inner Fulfillment and it spoke to my heart! It was originally posted at HEvencense. This is my life now and for the rest of my life. I hope you enjoy it.
Guests
Pain knocked upon my door and said
That she had come to stay;
And though I would not welcome her
But bade her go away, She entered in.
Like my own shade
She followed after me,
And from her stabbing, stinging sword
No moment was I free.
And then one day another knocked
Most gently at my door.
I cried, “No, Pain is living here,
There is no room for more”.
And then I heard His tender voice,
” ‘Tis I, be not afraid”.
And from the day He entered in –
The difference it made!
For though He did not bid her leave,
(My strange, unwelcome guest,)
He taught me how to live with her.
Oh, I had never guessed
That we could dwell so sweetly here,
My Lord and Pain and I,
Within this fragile house of clay
While years slip slowly by!
By Martha Snell Nicholson
1 comments:
Tiffany,
I saw your comment on Biblical Womanhood. I'm so sorry about your sweet honey. I also, lost a little girl right after birth.
Praying for you,
Debra
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