Struggle

A little pilgrim girl, on a journey long,
Rose to the sound of angry shouts, not the Robin's song.
She didn't feel like rising, to face another day.
To get down on her knees, to brokenly try to pray.

She lay there just a little while, pain throbbing in her heart
As she thought of how more each day, her family tore apart.
What was the use of trying, it all looked so bleak and lost,
But she got up anyway, and wearily lifted her cross.

On her knees, tears in her eyes, remembering her failures,
She begged God to please be there and ease the guilt that trailed her.
"Please let me be a comfort, a hand to help the hurting,
And show me today what you desire for my learning."

Trying to smile and be cheerful, while the tempest raged around.
Sometimes she tripped, and shed tears, as she regained her ground.
Her heart broke for those who were being hurt, who lashed out in pain.
How she longed to take there place and let the peace of God reign.

'If only this' 'I wish that', how hard to be content!
When life is bleak, heart is pained, and your energy is spent.
But God, He's there, He holds her hand, He gives her grace to stand.
For even if the whole world doesn't, she knows, He understands.


I pray God's comfort and support on all of those struggling at home. May His peace and rest find you in complete surrender to His will.  -A. M. L.