My God Poems - Poems of Reflection
Poems to God
God Catches Every Tear
Another night, like so many before
I struggle with misery and sin.
I'm alone and it hurts. I cannot bear this.
Count Your Blessings, the song,
Appears in my thoughts and I force my wondering, self-focused mind
To realize everything He has done
Even though I don't have the one blessing I want.
My tears are salty and drown the bed.
I scream silently inside myself
"Why, Lord, don't you love me?"
I have no peace. For me there is no rest.
Weeping only endures for the night. But joy must come in the morn.
I cling to this as my body shakes with so many bitter tears.
I rage and rail against God and cast undue blame on Him.
All the while, He holds me close.
He whispers "I am here. I do love you. I hurt with you ."
And then I know, God catches every tear.
I long for a different day,
A day promised with no pain.
Please wipe away my tears.
Restore my faith. I've lost these years.
I struggle to understand.
Where do I fit into Your plan?
Jesus died for me.
My sins were washed away clear.
You knew me before and
Still my sins You bore.
You are ever with me.
Please never leave me.
Restore me to You.
Oh, the bitter disappointment.
When will You take me home?
I need You. I need You.
What's the purpose?
Give me strength.
My sins keep me from moving.
Where to go?
What to do?
Lord God, I love You.
I am alive because He loves me.
Alive because Jesus cares.
I am alive,
From my sins forgiven.
There was no hope for me
But Christ my Lord gave His life at cruel Calvary.
I nailed Him there
With my sin and shame.
He died. He rose over death triumphant. He lives.
I live because He lives.
Hallelujah! He lives!
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