My Lamentations–

For Grief and Pain and All Other Things

“Through the LORD’s mercies we are not consumed, because His compassions fail not. They are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness. ‘The LORD is my portion,’ says my soul, ‘therefore I hope in Him!’” Lamentations 3:22-24

If I sit and I think about the way the pain happened

Then perhaps an answer will appear.

Perhaps I will think of an antidote for healing–

A lotion to smooth on to take away the fear.

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If I sit and I think, review and remember

Contemplate the what, the when, and the why,

The what speaks of loss, a heart that’s left wounded.

Every day, a night filled with a scream and a cry.

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And the scream goes deep ‘til it’s as faint as a sigh.

And I smile and pretend, and the smile is a lie.

And the when is the days and the years that roll on,

And I sit and I weep and I feel so alone.

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How can I deal with a grief that is so raw and heart-rending.

Loneliness so strong that I yearn for life ending.

The why gets lost in the what and the when.

Then I strive to remember that God’s love has no end.

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No longer a wife, a daughter, or a niece.

Is my giving and usefulness also deceased?

The Ministry that I loved has ended for me.

Is there a place for the old in this Ministry Sea?

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Now as I sit and lament in this life that has shrunk

I’m expected to deal with the drugs and the drunk.

I have been young, now I’m old and often feel forsaken.

Drugs and drink is their life; what sort of life are they makin’?

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Then my heart for these children is wounded again.

I’m so filled with anger, it must be a sin.

And Satan laughs. He has made us fall

Into a room without doors and windows at all.

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And they tweak and they shout and they run all about.

And it goes on and on and there is no way out.

So caught up in the evil, in the darkness and the pain

Only God has an answer, it is all so insane.

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“Why don’t you go pray to your God?” he said with a sneer

As he dismisses with ugliness all that he should hold dear.

And I shiver and I shake and my old bones quake.

I wish I could think straight for my dear Savior’s sake.

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I cry out, “Help me, Lord, I don’t know what to do.

Life would be so much easier if it was just me and You.”

Our lives are touched by others–some touches good, some touches bad.

Some touches bring a celebration, other touches make me sad.

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Help me, Lord, again I cry, “Be the Lifter of my head.”

I must refrain from dwelling on all the ugly things he said.

Help me blot from my mind the broken plants in my garden.

Please don’t let the pain in my broken heart, harden.

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“As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord,” I yearn to say with pride.

They are adults, no longer children, and I’m no longer the one to decide.

God has a plan for each of us, for life here and in heaven above.

Trust and obey, there is no other way to live in His heavenly love.

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I am so proud of my children, I want them to follow God’s trail.

They are good to me, these children; I don’t want them to fail.

After death I want to meet them, I will wait at Heaven’s gate.

If they trust their life to Jesus, I need not worry about their fate.

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May God break the bonds that bind them, free them for a life of peace.

Fill their life with godly treasures, joy and happiness that will not cease.

Take from them drugs and alcohol, and Holy Spirit fill their hearts.

Bless them with abundant living, may they ne’er from You depart.

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Lord, I love You and I praise You for all You are and all You’ve been.

You are with me through all seasons and You’ve saved my soul from sin.

In the darkness of my night time You always hold me in Your arms.

You are the King of all Creation, yet You keep me safe from harm.
 

God, how our hearts yearn for our children to walk with You. We place our faith in You to complete this work in them. Amen.