Sunday, October 26, 2008

God's Ultimate Miracle

The world was gray, when out her door she passed,
For what to us seemed most certain to be,
Of all her thousands of leavings, the last.
Though weak and prostrate, her hand raised in plea,
"If die I must, please let me here remain
Among my treasures, gleaned as time went by."
I fell to my knees, sought God's ear again,
Lifted in agony, my wretch'ed cry,
"Lord, let her return to this house of love;
Heal her weary flesh once more; blot her pain."
God heard; that day He took her soul above,
Her flesh fore'er healed, ne'er to hurt again.
God's ultimate miracle became clear---
In joy, we knew she'd shed her final tear!

God does grant miracles, even today, but His greatest is to give the Christian's pain-wracked body eternal healing by taking his soul to heaven, where the pain is gone forever.

"But he said to me, 'My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness...'" (2 Corinthians 12:9)

Without Christ, the difficulties and hardships of life are painful and distressing to a person, but to one who loves as Christ commanded, troubles in life bring joy, for it is then that God's might can be seen.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Pa, are these new poems or are they part of your manuscript?
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