Song for Faithbeline
Written by the pastor's daughter (aged 15)
In loving memory - 7 May 2000 to 22 February 2007
Is this all that's supposed to be
The meaning of life and I don't know
Why some get to live, others have to die
Diseases and death...robbing people of life
Why, why
God I just don't understand
Yet you are sovereign over all
When the screaming music turns to silence
You say, I'm with you...I'm with you
There must be more than the touch of pain
Found in this life and still I don't know
Why some are in poverty, others in royalty
You say I'm with you. I'm with you.
When I am weak, you make me strong
When I am down, you lift me up
You're the the Faith that makes me see
You're the Hope that carries me
You're the Love that's holding me.... Jesus
In loving memory - 7 May 2000 to 22 February 2007
Is this all that's supposed to be
The meaning of life and I don't know
Why some get to live, others have to die
Diseases and death...robbing people of life
Why, why
God I just don't understand
Yet you are sovereign over all
When the screaming music turns to silence
You say, I'm with you...I'm with you
There must be more than the touch of pain
Found in this life and still I don't know
Why some are in poverty, others in royalty
You say I'm with you. I'm with you.
When I am weak, you make me strong
When I am down, you lift me up
You're the the Faith that makes me see
You're the Hope that carries me
You're the Love that's holding me.... Jesus
posted by Carrie at 2:42 PM
3 Comments:
Poem by Martha Snell Nicholson ("mendicant" is a beggar)
I stood a mendicant of God before HIs royal throne.
And begged him for one priceless gift, which I could call my own.
I took the gift from out His hand, but as I would depart.
I cried, "But Lord this is a thorn and it has pierced my heart.
This is a strange, a hurtful gift, which Thou hast given me."
He said, "My child, I give good gifts and gave My best to thee."
I took it home and though at first the cruel thorn hurt sore,
As long years passed I learned at last to love it more and more.
I learned He never gives a thorn without this added grace.
He takes the thorn to pin aside the veil which hides His face."
Dear P, what are you believing about God right now? Do you believe that He loves you and that He is good? Run to Christ for refuge. Exercise your faith by trusting God's promises and comforts. Confess your anxious thoughts to God and ask for forgiveness. Remember that God keeps you in Christ, through faith, and that your faith is a gift of God. Draw near to God and He will draw near to you.
katz - thanks for the poem. Very profound meaning in there. P has been given a thorn and its difficult for me to see her being given this when she was faithful. Yet, what we see here, is not what God sees in eternity. And he wil supply the grace to see her through.
It is difficult to understand why - the world tells us that life is about karma. Be good, and majorly bad things shouldn't happen to us. Somehow, if our good outweighs our bad, then we should be okay if there's an eternal judgment tribunal.
The story in the bible about Jesus letting Lazarus die (John 11:1-6) informs us what God's love is. In short, God's love for us is NOT mainly his making much of us (man's definition of love), but his giving us the ability to enjoy making much of him forever. For christians, suffering does that - it removes the idols that would otherwise keep us from making much of God - there is no such thing as meaningless or unneccessary sufferering. It's a difficult teaching, but one that provides oceans of comfort in suffering.
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