Perfect love, casts out fear.
All your plans for me are good.
You will all my boundaries keep.
I will step where you have stood.
Help my unbelief, while trusting.
Even others, in your will decide.
You will still meet my provision.
See you working from the other side.
It’s hard! It’s hard! You know I want to.
You know I know you’re making sweet.
Everything works accordingly to,
Your purpose, pleasure; all complete.
I’ll never understand how coming
To your perfect good must be
So painful, cloudy, all-confusing.
Exhausted, lonely, messy me.
I know that faith is like a muscle;
Work it, stretch it, push, increase.
But adding onto faith and virtue’s
Not all that it’s cracked up to be.
And even Christ in humanness
Requested, if there ever be
A way to vict’ry over darkness
Other than what he could see.
But in his asking, full submission.
Never did he seek escape.
From end and goal, stayed fully focused,
On my release from my death state.
You’ve never said you like to punish!
Or see us with pain, inflicted on.
But when there is no other passage,
To life and light, then struggle comes.
I want to have an end-goal focus.
I cannot see those in between.
Lead me to the painful, joyful.
As all is goodness, unforeseen.
Gina Marie 17/7/2014