Why does it interfere with all aspects of life?
Why is it the instigator of such strife? How does it start? How is it so off the chart? It demands to be felt. This hand it has dealt. It consumes…it engulfs… it challenges your thoughts. A five or a ten, Is different friend to friend. How does our body register…And process and make sense…This beautiful complex body system that God created, Is so often understated, In the midst how do you find the joy? Or is it really all just a ploy?It challenges your faith. Yet, gives you so much grace. You see the suffering of others…You feel the pain that more than bothers. Yet, a reminder of the One who suffered more, Who knew what was in store. Who went humbly onto the cross, A death, yet not a loss. His life was not in vain, Future heaven now my gain. A future I can see, I can now grasp it was for me. Freed one day from the pain, This life is not what will remain. My body still hurts. The pain still entangles, engulfs. But things of this world are temporal, One day the pain will be no more. The pain of today, Yet, the comfort, the hope, And the longing of tomorrow. Relieves me of the sorrow. The journey is still hard, But will not be in vain.
This is the deal with pain.