First of all I'd like to say, "Jesus is The One, Sent by God to save my soul. His only precious Son. The Bible is The Word of God in answer to our woe. He comforts and He promises to show the way to go." But sometimes God steps out beyond the bonded leather, He goes past pen and paper to guide in stormy weather. I learn a lot from preachers, family and my friends, But in my quiet brokenness my Jesus truly tends.
Every single morning, I waken with a sigh. Hoping for a different day and pain will pass me by. God never seems to tire of the whiney, cranky me. With such love and tenderness, He holds me on His knee. "You know how in the winter My little birds need food, You always fill their feeder, regardless of their mood? Whatever need you have from gigantic to the small, The burdens you so struggle with, I'll gladly take them all."
And when I start to question, "How can I make some see, The person who I am and someday want to be?" God just smiles down on me and gives another chance, He shows me just a glimpse, a buzzing, graceful dance. "Did you know my precious child, each Earthly learned one Has studied Mr. Bumblebee and can't say how it's done? So look at him in flight, you'll see him dip and bow, And be content to trust Me for only I know how.
And when I make poor choices and fall into a sin, "How can I fix this Lord? How did this all begin?" "I feel so small and useless, like a Pansy among Roses, I pray Your grace help me out....it always worked for Moses." A quiet answer comes, "A Rose you may not be. But I am in your heart As strong this very moment as right back at the start. So when you fret and worry and search for extra grace, Just look in your own garden at lowly Pansy's face." Written by: Patti Lawyer Scarbough
How did I come to know you Because all you cause is pain. You came into my life... See More You took control of everything And I’m so over you
You took away so much And clouded up my head You took my pride of working And caused doubt among my friends
You control my muscles and every single nerve you mess with my stomach And to most you’re just a word A word they’ve never heard
You are invisible And yet so hard to fight Your drain me of my energy And you never go away You are always there with me Every night and day
Some day’s it’s hard to walk Because of all the pain you cause And all the people ask What’s all this fibro talk You wake me up at night And make me loose my sleep People ask what’s wrong Because you look fine to me And it makes me want to weep
You made me doubt the Medical Community With all their test and pills Because you are still controlling me And I’m seeing Doctor’s still
You make it hard to hold things And my hands are tight and sore Why can’t you just go away I don’t want you anymore I wish that I didn’t know you Or ever learned your name You have caused so much more Than just this awful pain You took away my way of life And left me with this shame Fibromyalgia, please just leave me And go back the way you came.
© RENDA OWENS 1997 Patti Lawler-Scarbrough
