InTheStorm

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As I awoke in pain, this poem came to mind. My tears were

falling in pain. Even my skin was dropping its tears onto my

jammies and sheets. I was sure that it was my time. I could barely

get out of my bed. I staggered to my chair in the bedroom, in front

of my computer, and close to the phone. I picked up a tissue to wipe

away the perspiration that was falling into my eyes. Surely this

was my time to go, and get out of this pain finding relief and be

with the Father.

I had not taken a pain pill all day, as I have been told to cut down

for my own health. I had worn a lidocaine patch all day with a

blessing of minor pain, but had to remove it after 12 hours. I then

went to bed, only to be shaken awake in this pain. I didn't even

think about stopping the pain med's abruptly.

The Father then gave me a word, that explained to me what

was going on. I was in withdrawal from the pain med's.

Something I had only experienced one other time in my life.

His word gave me comfort. I took a pain pill to stop the

withdrawal and within a few minutes everything was back to

a semblance of normalcy. Once again I have suffered pain only

for it to be turned around and shown that through it I can help

those that don't know the Lord, or even Christians that have pain,

how He will help you through it. I have grown a little more and

beginning to see the Lords work in me a little clearer.

I turned on my computer, and was guided with a vision to go

with this poem. Within a couple of hours, it was finished. God

had blessed me again, with a new page and a part of my life to

share with you. I hope even if you have read the poem before, that

you once again read it.

It might just have a new meaning for you too.

Patao........June 12, 2006

Blessings Of The Storm

I did not know His love before,
The way I know it now.
I could not see my need for Him,
My pride would not allow.

I had it all, without a care,
The "self-sufficient" lie.
My path was smooth, my sea was still,
Not a cloud was in my sky.

I thought I knew His love for me,
I thought I'd seen His grace,
I thought I did not need to grow,
I thought I'd found my place.

But then the way grew rough and dark,
The storm clouds quickly rolled;
The waves began to rock my ship,
I found I had no hold.

The ship that I had built myself
Was made of foolish pride.
It fell apart and left me bare,
With nowhere else to hide.

I had no strength or faith to face
The trials that lay ahead,
And so I simply spoke His name
And bowed my weary head.

His loving arms enveloped me,
And then He helped me stand.
He said, "You still must face this storm,
But I will hold your hand."

So through the dark and lonely night
He guided me through pain.
I could not see the light of day
Or when I'd smile again.

Yet through the pain and endless tears,
My faith began to grow.
I could not see it at the time,
But my light began to glow.

I saw God's love in brand new light,
His grace and mercy, too.
For only when all self was gone could
Jesus' love shine through.

It was not easy in the storm,
I sometimes wondered why.
At times I thought, "I can’t go on."
I'd hurt, and doubt, and cry.

But Jesus never left my side,
He guided me each day.
Through pain and strife, and fire and flood,
He helped me all the way.

And now I see as ne'er before
How great His love can be,
How in my weakness He is strong,
How Jesus cares for me!

He worked it all out for my good,
Although the way was rough.
He only sent what I could bear,
And then He said, "Enough!"

He raised His hand and said, "Be still!"
He made the storm clouds cease.
He opened up the gates of joy
And flooded me with peace.

I saw His face now clearer still,
I felt His presence strong,
I found anew His faithfulness,
He never did me wrong.

And now I know more storms will come,
But only for my good,
For pain and tears have helped me grow
As nothing ever could.

I still have so much more to learn
As Jesus works in me;
If in the storm I'll love Him more,
That's where I want to be!

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