Spiritual Poems To Touch The Heart
Freedom From My Wounds
Here I am lost for words once again,
seeking freedom from the wounds of a friend.
I sit in the darkness alone in my room.
with tortured memories insisting to consume.
My heart It bleeds like a river wild,
this is silly for I am not a little child.
I wonder where did it all go wrong?
Why is it always I who must be strong?
Did I give love expecting love in return?
Is there a lesson Lord, that I'm suppose to learn?
How is it that You could give and not receive?
Increase my faith Lord, so that I can believe!
That giving love, no matter what the cost,
not counting every heartache and every lost.
Will conform Your precious life in me,
For only You have the power to set me free!
My faith in Jesus has been a tried and tested faith for many years (24)
I have been through my share of sorrows, He remains my one true strength.
He never promised me a life free of heartache, what He gave me was a life that has purpose.
He gave me Himself to come to and cast all my cares upon Him. He takes everything in my life that hurts me and turns it into something beautiful.
I have grown to understand that into each life there will enter pain, I could not imagine where I would be without my faith in my Lord Jesus!
seeking freedom from the wounds of a friend.
I sit in the darkness alone in my room.
with tortured memories insisting to consume.
My heart It bleeds like a river wild,
this is silly for I am not a little child.
I wonder where did it all go wrong?
Why is it always I who must be strong?
Did I give love expecting love in return?
Is there a lesson Lord, that I'm suppose to learn?
How is it that You could give and not receive?
Increase my faith Lord, so that I can believe!
That giving love, no matter what the cost,
not counting every heartache and every lost.
Will conform Your precious life in me,
For only You have the power to set me free!
My faith in Jesus has been a tried and tested faith for many years (24)
I have been through my share of sorrows, He remains my one true strength.
He never promised me a life free of heartache, what He gave me was a life that has purpose.
He gave me Himself to come to and cast all my cares upon Him. He takes everything in my life that hurts me and turns it into something beautiful.
I have grown to understand that into each life there will enter pain, I could not imagine where I would be without my faith in my Lord Jesus!
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Freedom From My Wounds
Freedom From My Wounds
