Pain – Page 4 – Dark Side of the Moon

Elusive Warmth

Here I sit At my desk Painfully Giving birth To another poem.

Two feet stood there I tried to hurry past Then my hand grew warm

If it takes the wounds of a cherished friend to teach me more of my Savior, then I welcome them in spite of their pain.

Please let me stay here Don’t make me go HE is out there

Time does not bring relief; you all have lied. Who told me time would ease me of my pain!

Our friendship includes pain Not unexpected, But the pricks are small compared to all We add to one another.

When I was sick and in such pain, You hurt me over and again. You had to have your daily thrill, Came into me against my will.

What if you made it to the end of your life having loved only those who loved you back?

Faithful are the wounds of a friend; but the kisses of an enemy are deceitful.

Dear God, I have never thanked You for my thorns. I’ve thanked You a thousand times for my roses, but never once for my thorns.