make me thankful I was born.
Give my spirit peace within.
Let each day with hope begin.
(Cynthia Rylant)
"Wow! Ok God, I get the message. You are talking straight to me..."
When I hit my low and start to feel sorry for myself,
It is through God's spirit I am able to put my pains upon a shelf.
Suppose to train for my upcoming run on the beach,
Instead I slowly mope around clinging like a leech.
Why me God ? Why do I suffer such Chronic Pains?
Then I look up to see His sufferings upon that cross,
Without Him for sure I would be out with even more of a loss.
Uhhh, sometimes the desire to zap away my pain...
It floats around in my brain.
But who am I? I am.
I am here to carry my cross for you, Lord.
And when I cannot, I struggle to surrender...
For when I cannot, I must go to you Lord.
Lord, please carry me.
For this I plea...
Please Lord, may I find PEACE within.
Any may all those who suffer receive such peace.
~Amen
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