I want to cry
but the tears won’t flow
I can only sigh
thinking of the blows.
God, up there so high,
we, down here below
the terrible pain, deep inside
healing…seems so slow
To my many prayers, seemingly no reply
let not my heart seeds of bitterness sow
the answer, elusive, to the question “why”
yet faith, that through this, I will grow
Indeed, there must be less and less of “my”
and a total transformation from head to toe
but for new life, something must first die
salvation comes through Jesus, this I know
But sanctification, daily sin to untie
more and more of the Spirit each day to show
what a process, until that day when we fly
to meet our Lord face to face…may it soon be so!
© 2022 Lukas Westevy