For my husbands thoughts on the same subject:
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Oh, my wicked, wayward heart—
Not in paradise content!
Though I had a perfect start,
From the garden I’ve been sent.
Why? Because I couldn’t stay
From forbidden fruit away.
One command was all I had,
One fruit only not to eat.
How could I have failed so bad,
Fully blinded by deceit?
Now I suffer for the sin
My temptation got us in.
Gnawing cares consume me now.
Erring children, like a knife,
Pierce my soul and make me bow,
Burdened by the pains of life.
All this wretchedness and grief
Came through wicked unbelief.
Yet there’s hope amidst my pain:
Though my sin has present cost,
Faith can help me to regain
What by unbelief I lost.
Having once His Word withstood,
Can I trust that God is good?
If I trust His goodness here,
Seeking Him and His reward,
In my present, darkened sphere
Fellowship with Him’s restored.
Though by hardships still oppressed,
Grace is mine, and I am blessed.
-Nita Brainard
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