People and pain come and go.
From what was held as a memory,
Is now a thought embraced and forced to know.
A parent's security and love,
No longer here...
Taken by the Lord up above.
Fibromyalgia flare-ups with no control,
However the weather seems to be the patrol.
The weather outside is too beautiful to miss,
My heart wishes both could be a sudden bliss.
We've got to learn to cherish the people and times in the moment,
Because it was Christ who suffered at the time of atonement.
In the midst of our suffering's we must be honest to God;
For if we're not, we are not honest to self.
We must shout out our pain to Him,
And not hide it upon a shelf.
God is big enough; he can handle it,
We can scream out and even throw a fit.
May our prayers lead us into action,
For God has a plan for us all;
There is no coincidence of attraction!
Fibryo pain go AWAY!
R.I.P. Noe Armindarez
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