We all express in different ways
How are hearts are feeling.
When our precious ones are very sick
And desperate for healing.
Some write songs, some talk non-stop,
Some go mad and commit a crime,
For me, it’s praying then sitting down,
To churn out words that rhyme.
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By the week, it gets harder,
By the day, so much tougher.
To see the one who raised you
Suffer and suffer and suffer.
You can’t fit into a poem,
An accurate description
Of the battles with medication
And the changes of prescription.
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It’s sad hearing daily
That, “God hasn’t answered yet.”
Sentences that reveal
They think he will forget.
They once believed in healing,
But there’s nothing like constant pain
To take your eyes off Jesus
And not trust in him again.
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I want to shout, “He loves you!
Believe it and be free!”
But years of chronic illness
Has caused a faith disparity.
That’s when our hands are needed
In comfort and practicality.
That’s when we need to intercede
And offer hospitality.
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Things don’t always turn out
The way we hoped and planned,
We have to give our loved-ones
Back into our God’s hands.
Whether he touches their body,
Or gives them eternal rest,
We have to be sure in our minds
He knows which one is best.
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Like David, believe in healing
And declare with all your might!
But if your loved-one is taken,
It’s time to stop the fight.
Praise God that in this better place,
Coming back’s not on their mind.
And this life’s journey is so fleeting,
We’re not so far behind.
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“And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain; for the former things are passed away.” (Revelation 21:4)
