Reaching Back.. - Poem by Myra Smith
Reach for me; grab hold of my hand.
I’ve been where you are, I understand.
I’ve felt that pain; I know your sorrow.
Feelings of hopeless no hope for tomorrow.
I am not here to judge please put away your pride.
You need some encouragement, which I’m sure to provide.
Tribulations come about to straighten you out.
You always overcome them, yet you debate and you doubt.
God has made you in his image; he purposed your life.
He allows all the agony, pain, and strife.
You may not like it, but God knows what best.
To get to your expected end, you must endure some test.
You’ll be a hope to the unstable, proof that God is able.
He’ll use your life story all for his glory.
Weather this storm, the winds will cease.
God will give you everlasting peace.
One day you will realize that all your trial has made you wise.
You’ll lead those that have fallen; you’ll inspire them to rise.
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