What You Seek
I seek a remedy for pain
You only seek my greater gain
I look for breast to rest my face
You give me suffering’s embrace
What is my pain compared to Yours?
My splinters measured by Your thorns?
I seek to walk in comfort’s ways
You seek to teach my lips true praise
I cry because of aching bones
You wish I’d worship at Your throne
What are my tears to darkened stars?
My stitches measured by your scars?
I seek to shun my misery
You seek to teach me harmony
As You Yourself once learned to kneel
So You would have me, e’er You heal
What is my suffering to Your shame?
My aching measured by Your pain?
You do not seek that I would bear
A cross You will not also share
Nor do You seek to cruelly break
What You do not seek to remake
And any pain that leaves me torn
Is lesser then the weight You’ve borne.
This house of clay is not my home
But You teach patience through my bones
I face the fire You’d lead me through
And see the road emblazed by You.
Your suffering puts my pain to naught
This is the lesson You have taught
This is the outcome You have sought.
by Abigail Copyright 2005
Judy Mix said,
August 25, 2010 at 2:43 pm
this was so good and befitting for those of us who deal with a lot of pain daily, thankyou Abigal
Jamie said,
August 25, 2010 at 10:24 pm
This is very well written. Thank you for sharing.
toyin said,
August 26, 2010 at 9:38 am
Lovely Poem!
Pearls and Diamonds said,
August 31, 2010 at 1:24 pm
Judy, it’s humbling to read your comment, since I know I’ve never really experienced any *true* pain.