Feel free to share this if youd like This is in response to a statement that someone made earlier about, If there is a God, why does He let people suffer? I just wrote it a few minutes ago and I know it needs some work, but it poured out of my heart this way, so thats how youre getting it! *********************************** You Will Always Be My Child When I awoke that morning, the sky was dreary gray My heart was burdened heavy, what a miserable day I rose and dressed in silence, no peace or joy inside And then there in the darkness, something in me died I screamed aloud in anger, demanded of God, “WHY!” Not listening for an answer, my fists shook at the sky My world had been quite shaken, my faith was almost gone I turned away from others, who told me, “Just hold on.” What did I have to hold to? It seemed God didn’t care I’d begged Him for an answer, but I felt He wasn’t there I raged and stormed and shouted, ignored all who reached out I felt I’d been abandoned, my faith had died from doubt The rain fell down around me, darkness veiled my soul Pain and fear consumed me, I no longer felt whole Time and again I cried out, but I felt so all alone A dark snide voice inside me said, “You know your God is gone.” That voice kept whispering louder, turned my blood to ice Said, “See? You’re all alone here, and now you’ll pay the price.” I railed at God for leaving, I cursed His name aloud That cold dark world closed on me, enveloped like a shroud “Your God is dead; He’s gone now! Just take a look around! If He’s so kind and loving, why are so many in the ground! He left you all to suffer…He’s never really there! If He’s so great, where is He? Why won’t He answer prayer?” And so I walked in anger, cursed God and all He is I railed and screamed against Him, denied I’d once been His I mocked Him and I scorned Him, refused to even pray When anyone would mention Him, “He is not real!” I’d say I faltered from exhaustion, and in weakness hit my knees A still, small voice inside me, said, “My child, I’ve heard your pleas.” I tried hard to ignore it, to pretend I never heard But my soul felt a bit lighter, with those six little words I looked around in anger, how dare He reach out now! Did He really think I’d want Him? Had He not heard my vow? But still my soul was trembling, and tears fell down my face I found that I was listening…for those quiet words of grace “Where have you been?” I questioned. “Why did you turn away?” He said, “I’ve been here with you, each hard step of the way. You never tried to listen. You cried out and closed your ears. And you had to learn your own way, through your struggles and your tears. “But now your heart is ready, and I’m here at your side Follow my, my dear child, and let me be your guide.” I rose, still not quite trusting, for I still could not believe That a God so great and mighty would let us hurt and grieve He took me to a mountain and pointed down below “Look there; you see that forest? See how thick it grows?” I looked and saw the beauty of that forest, rich and green He said, “Each creation struggles with pain not always seen.” I looked at Him in question, and He continued on, “Each tree there in that forest has had struggles of their own. Ten years ago, a fire ripped through that valley there Destroying many acres, devastation beyond compare. “But what you see before you, looks vibrant and pristine Where once was naught but ashes, only beauty now is seen. That’s how it is with all life. Struggles make you strong And sometimes it’s just choices of mankind that go wrong. “Yet I’m the one they scream at, and won’t listen for my voice But if I fixed each problem, it would take away their freedom of choice. I created man to love me, but of his own free will To worship me in his way, and I long for that, still!” I looked at Him in wonder, not knowing what to say I thought about the things I’d done, and where I’d been that day I’d done so many wrong things because they’d seemed like fun But had often felt quite guilty after the deed was done I realized after thinking, that it was I who’d walked away And when I’d hit rock bottom, I’d forgotten how to pray Sin had taken over breaking fellowship with Him And the tides of darkness swept me out too far for me to swim I sank to my knees just weeping, as pain rushed through my heart And cried out to my Father, as I quickly fell apart He wrapped his arms around me, held me in His embrace And wiped away the river of tears that soaked my face I thought how I’d denied Him and shame bowed my head low How could I dare to face Him, for I knew that He would know! He raised my face up gently, a sad smile on His face “My child, you are forgiven; that’s the miracle of grace.” My spirit was rejoicing, my heart once more was whole! My sins had been forgiven, and God’s love renewed my soul! I’d climbed up on this mountain, through pain and suffering Now up here on this mountain top, I heard my spirit sing! My Father smiled upon me, then turned and looked below, He said, “It’s always in the valleys that you learn how to grow. Each tree must find its rooting, and suffer heavy wind, And fight to be the tallest to see the sun again. “Remember, as you journey, those valleys are for you To grow in strength and wisdom, and to help others, too.” And then He pulled me closer, embraced me with a smile Then whispered in that still, small voice, “You’ll always be My child.” Glata Grindstaff, Author 4/4/14
Posted on: Fri, 04 Apr 2014 17:36:29 +0000
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