What is this pain that I feel now,
Within my muscles full of aches,
Which slows me down to do HIS will,
And makes me think of my future fates?
Why dost HE make my movements slow,
As each movement pains me so, ~ again,
And makes my Mind contemplate more,
How HE performs HIS will, ~ so I suffer pain?
But my Faith in HIM will not abate,
I will not blame HIM for this ache,
But will thank HIM, more and more,
For the Good HE’s brought to my door.
At each muscle movement, hurt I do,
For I have pulled a muscle now,
As each move stabs my brain,
And makes me think of HIM ~ again.
Pain is a wondrous creation by HIM,
It reminds us to have Faith in HIM,
For at times when we feel it so,
To hide from it, we cannot ~ go.
© Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 16 April 2006
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