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.

– Aleena



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