Moulding

Backward glance,

I see triumphs

Joys with sweetness complete

Failures and losses

Broken hearts, making weak

The mountains stand tall

With rocky terrain

The view from on high

That could not be explained

Valleys, long hidden

Still the ache is recalled

Of the mist and the darkness

When hope’s vision was stalled

 

Many a climb

Still awaits to be trod

Thrills of decent

Made with ease or a slog

The dark will encroach

As it did once before

so with rear-view reminder

Return again to the shore

Of the land that is newness

Respite from the swell

Washed by the tumult

A fresh form to compel

 

When at last all is done

And at journey’s great end

Take the form life was moulding

A soul that none can rescind

 

29/1/2019

Good Friday 21/3/2008

Indescribable tiredness dragging me down,

Zapping my energy, please let me lie down.

I lie down and sleep but rest does not come.

Oh when will I live again, when will I run?

 

I was active and helpful and willing to serve.

Now my heart tells me that I just haven’t the nerve.

All consuming my sadness, making weary my soul.

Though I have no desire, being well is my goal.

 

My body’s not helped by the action I take,

If I can’t become well, then what is at stake?

Fulfilling my purpose, understanding my call.

Perhaps to understand these, I must live through this – all.

 

Without pain there’s no trusting, I rely on myself.

When I struggle I find God in Jesus my help.

Then for tiredness of body and spirit and soul,

The resurrected Jesus alone will make whole.

 

So for healing and wholeness and rest for my being,

I must ask while I’m waiting to cease from my reeling,

For God to renew and to alter my nature

That by His Spirit and habit I become a new creature.