The Answer To My Prayers
I was walking
down the road, in the autumn of my years;
the leaves were brilliant colors, though my eyes were red
with tears
My pain was ever mounting.
Death was always surely near
-my troubles and my heartache
held me tight in cold, dark fear
.I prayed to Jesus every day.
Every burden I could name;
but He never seemed to answer.
Every day was still the same
.Life is so unfair I pled, that
I should bear this awful pain;
and then without a warning,
there I stood in pouring rain.
It came down heavy. The wind
blew hard;
the mud was slick, and caught
me off-guard
.Embarrassed on the cold ground
- increasing anger taking hold
-I'm just too good of person.
You so loved me, I was told
.I screamed again, "Life's
so unfair - And getting worse!" I hissed
,and with my energy exhausted,
I raised an angry fist
.Then something shook my soul.
It thundered from the sky
-and then in lightning flashes,
two trees had caught my eye
.One bent down across the
other, which stood along beside
;it curved if humbly bowing and
exposed my selfish pride
.
Were my troubles overwhelming-
because I was at a loss?
Did my pains need me to stumble
to see this simple cross?
So then the prayer I uttered,
was something like those trees-
with one bowed low and humbly,
as I knelt there on my knees
.
The whole of vast unfairness,
in life that I had earned
;just couldn't hold a candle,
to what I’d finally learned
.Did I deserve some comfort? No
bird would dare to sing!
Had I worn a thorn? I thought,
endured a nail or anything?
No. My life was easy. My burden
unfairly light
-for Jesus seized that evil
death, so I could be set right.
Yes, I know that life's unfair,
though not to me you see;
but rather to the Lamb of God,
His sacrifice for me! –
Jan Bagwell
God Bless
