Father, I come to Thee in pain today,
Driven by sorrow too great to endure,
My soul is left alone, confused and empty,
Stripped of everything that used to be sure.
How shall I face tomorrow, with this pain?
How can I live this moment, live this day?
When everything inside me is so weary,
And the edges of my heart begin to fray?
I have no strength, but what I find in Thee, Lord;
Shut up, alone with Thee, I seek Thy face,
Driven to Thy feet, at last, by suffering,
Shuddering from the thorn I must embrace.
All within me fights against this pain, Lord,
I cannot understand it, cannot see
Why I must flounder helpless through this storm,
Of fear, and doubt, and sharpened agony!
And yet, to do Thy will, oh my Father,
To do Thy will, whate’er the cost may be,
I’ll travel down this road that Thou hast charted,
I’ll walk this path…since it brings me to Thee.
If I but have Thy presence ever with me,
If Thou but hold my hand, speak to my soul,
If Thou but use this darkness, use this sorrow,
To heal my sin-sick heart and make me whole,
I’ll find Thy strength – the will to keep on walking,
I’ll cast my anchor in Thy love, divine,
And then I’ll find the joy and peace of Heaven
In saying, “Not MY will, oh Lord – but Thine.”
How beautiful and how often my heart echoes those exact words. Thank you for posting this!
This is so true for me.
Thank you, Joanna, for sharing this lovely poem with us. It especially blessed my heart this evening because I find that I can echo this very same cry (only not quite so eloquently as yet). Blessings to you and yours!
My Dear Sweet Meghan,
I so much appreciated that you thought to send me this beautiful poem. To put our suffering in the Lord’s hands is something we all need to be reminded of.
Thanks for sharing this, Joanna. Reminds me of the prayers in Valley of Vision. So true and there’s a self-preaching tone to it that says “It doesn’t matter how I feel, God is GOD, sovereign, holy, good and I will trust Him and keep on fighting the Battle, even and especially when I don’t understand.”