Never
think that this literature, below, is navel-gazing stuff. There is a whirlwind for
one and a torrent for another. Whether we are buffeted into oblivion by the
whirlwind or swept away with the torrent matters little — the same consequence
is borne.
It comes to most at
least once in their lives... great pressure and strain, with pain unrivalled in
previous experience. We feel worse than death, for in death at least the pain
is over.
***
Something never leaves you,
As you boldly face the dark,
Uncertainties may be stark,
But God holds you ever true.
As you boldly face the dark,
Uncertainties may be stark,
But God holds you ever true.
Silent faith it faithfully stands,
Humbly meek yet ever so strong,
The pain may well be long,
But our lives are in God’s hands.
Humbly meek yet ever so strong,
The pain may well be long,
But our lives are in God’s hands.
And what of this noxious pain,
Just how will we contend?
Let’s certainly not pretend,
So as to let this evil reign!
Just how will we contend?
Let’s certainly not pretend,
So as to let this evil reign!
Loneliness there it’s borne,
In the depths of this wry grief,
No sure direction to relief,
Left groaning and forlorn.
In the depths of this wry grief,
No sure direction to relief,
Left groaning and forlorn.
Now we may also see,
How the tumult of dire being,
Is the precursor of a state that’s freeing,
Ironically it’s the place to be!
How the tumult of dire being,
Is the precursor of a state that’s freeing,
Ironically it’s the place to be!
Hold on in that hope,
For all this, too, shall pass,
God will turn around this farce,
If only in between we can cope.
For all this, too, shall pass,
God will turn around this farce,
If only in between we can cope.
Don’t give up in the trial,
Don’t despair when all at sea,
Afloat He will ensure you’ll be,
His covenant He’ll not defile.
Don’t despair when all at sea,
Afloat He will ensure you’ll be,
His covenant He’ll not defile.
Let’s surrender all our baggage,
So God can bring around our ship,
Stiffen the bottom lip,
And don’t allow Satan to disparage!
So God can bring around our ship,
Stiffen the bottom lip,
And don’t allow Satan to disparage!
As one day makes for night,
And we rest there humbly content,
Life is much more than lament,
When we believe in the Saviour’s light.
And we rest there humbly content,
Life is much more than lament,
When we believe in the Saviour’s light.
***
Faith will do with
the impossible what is only possible with God.
And, whilst we
necessarily fall in love with this sort of hope-fuelled literature, there is a
purpose in it, at least for the present season — be it a day, a month, a year,
a life.
There is no
estimating what God will do for the person who has suffered for his Name’s
sake. Don’t we think that bearing our weaknesses patiently will get us a
reward? Surely it will. One hundred fold will be the reward for the losses
incurred in this life, with rewards gained here, but with persecutions, said Jesus (Mark 10:29-30).
Jesus never promises
us a trouble-free life; indeed, he promises trouble! But he was also overcome the world! (John 16:33)
© 2015 S. J. Wickham.
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