The little nails and thorns that hurt me
Keep pushing me away from Him.
I wondered why He let me feel pain
While His broken body embraces me, firm.
The little stones with which I am stricken
I try to rise when I have fallen down
Every blow makes me drop lower
While He is striking mountains down.
I had fallen into deep trenches of sadness.
And I had run out of tears to cry.
I cried out impatiently for Him to work.
While he used my tears to make fountains of joy.
There are some days I know He is with me.
He patiently stands right by my side.
Every day He has a new lesson for me. Ensuring I will be in heaven by His side.
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