THE LORD GIVETH-THE LORD TAKETH AWAY
WHO AM I
As I sit in this chair, so many things stolen away,
By a disease mysterious, insidious,
Voraciously eating away nerve tissue.
I am reminded of Job-
Who by Satan's challenge
Had everything—Children, Chattel, Health,
Stripped away.
Yet, did not sin.
It's so hard to follow that example-
Anger is a familiar companion as is
Frustration and despair.
Yet, there is hope
Hope in the Blood shed on Calvary's Tree
For the healing and redemption of all.
Shining hope from the Throne.
"Blessed are those who cannot see,
Yet believe." The Word says,
So I wait for the day, glorious, wonderful day
When arms outstretched with nail pierced hands
Will welcome me.
Life is a gift that most are wont to waste
By seeking after elusive, fleeting sensations
Or the temporal objects of desire and want,
Or the material possessions, shiny and new,
that become tomorrow's rummage.
And most take for granted the most rudimentary daily
Actions—taking a walk, working, playing.
Gifts that one doesn't truly appreciate
Until they are gone.
But, who am I-
Am I greater than Job that I should not accept
Storms and tribulations in my life?
No one is guaranteed a life without troubles.
To believe that there is such a promise,
Is both foolhardy and unrealistic.
But the true promise lies not in what is seen
But in what is unseen.
The journey begun here
Finishes in Glory.
Overcoming the failings of the Flesh,
To embrace the rewards of the Spirit.
For we do not have a High Priest
Which cannot be touched by the feelings
Of our infirmities.
His eyes of fire and compassion,
Miss nothing.
And He carries each tear shed.
And as Job said so simply yet so eloquently
The Lord Giveth, The Lord Taketh Away
BLESSED BE THE NAME OF THE LORD!