The following poem of mine was written during a period of intense suffering.
The Grace To Win
I need Your thunder at times, my Lord,
It’s then Your grace is to me restored.
My flesh is suffering, my body ill,
And yet a voice begs, “Peace, be still.”
What is this gift that I should gain?
This peace, this joy, that comes through pain.
I feel Your presence at my side,
My Saviour, comforter, and my guide.
With You, my Lord, so very near,
The night ahead will hold no fear.
It’s then, this pain becomes my friend,
As if my soul, it seeks to mend.
While tears of joy flow from my eyes,
I look towards the starry skies,
And wonder at this power within –
That grants to me, the grace to win.
“My grace is sufficient for you, for My power is made perfect in weakness.” 2 Corinthians 12:9