For a token of good,
I held out my hand,
I opened it wide
wanting, thinking
it would dissolve the pain.
I wanted them all to see,
the blood dripping
from my torn heart.
I wanted them to see,
that you were watching
and You did not approve.
I dreamed they would,
hang their heads,
ashamed of their sin.
So, I waited,
but not in silence.
Longing to see their shame
sometimes I just wanted to hear,
‘I'm sorry I hurt you'
and sometimes,
I wanted them to drink
the dregs of my sorrows.
I even wished
my cup was their cup!
At times I even envied
that they had no fear of You.
Then, I began to wonder.
If You cared…
Why did you allow,
those who I shared Your truth with,
to mock me?
to torment my thoughts?
like a fool, I questioned You.
I became a madman!
my mind refused to understand.
I held my hand high waiting,
No demanding, justice!
Obsessed with sorrow
I wandered blind,
blind to You
and Your glorious
pruning of me
"to His Likeness"
I viewed my plight
from my thinking
Instead of YOURS....
And all those tokens YOU gave,
I never saw.
From the Psalms and Jeremiah 15- why is my pain perpetual?
Psalm 86:17
Shew me a token for good; that they which hate me may see it,
and be ashamed: because thou, LORD, hast holpen me, and comforted me.