Engraved
I met with a friend this week who encouraged me in the fact that she said that she was praying for my son, William. I had not given her a lot of details but had just asked for prayer.
She had been praying through a book, Praying the Scripture for Your Teens by Jodi Berndt and had been praying two of the prayers specifically for William. She knew none of the details of what was going on with him but God led her to prayer and read the chapter on self-injury and the one on depression.
What an amazing God we serve. When we are following close to him and allowing the Holy Spirit to work through us, he will lead us exactly where he needs us. To pray for those he knows need us to be praying for them.
I was reading the chapter my friend had led me to on self-injury.
As I was reading it I got an overwhelming urge to write a poem. It was so powerful that I stopped what I was doing and wrote.
This poem is based on the chapter that I read.
She had been praying through a book, Praying the Scripture for Your Teens by Jodi Berndt and had been praying two of the prayers specifically for William. She knew none of the details of what was going on with him but God led her to prayer and read the chapter on self-injury and the one on depression.
What an amazing God we serve. When we are following close to him and allowing the Holy Spirit to work through us, he will lead us exactly where he needs us. To pray for those he knows need us to be praying for them.
I was reading the chapter my friend had led me to on self-injury.
As I was reading it I got an overwhelming urge to write a poem. It was so powerful that I stopped what I was doing and wrote.
This poem is based on the chapter that I read.
Engraved - For William
My pain
Sorrow
Shame and guilt
How can I go on?
The pain seems too deep to escape
Where can I go?
Nowhere.
Looking for a release
An escape
So, I bring that pain upon myself
For a moment the pain is gone
Lost in the pain of new wounds
Peace for a moment
Fleeting
Then come the scars
A reminder of the pain and sorrow
More guilt and shame
A vicious cycle
Where is the end of it all?
I look up
Through my tears and sorrow
That is the only place I can look
I see new wounds
BUT
They are not mine
A hand reaches out
Hands of peace and gentleness
Offering forgiveness and newness
Giving me strength
In those hands I see wounds
Wounds that spell out MY NAME
Engraved into the hands of my loving Savior
MY NAME
Why?
He whispers of his willing decision
To take my pain and shame
To take my guilt for himself
I am forgiven
Even in the midst of my shame and guilt and pain
I am forgiven
I reach out to take his hand
Hands of compassion
Hands of unconditional love
Hands that are engraved
Engraved with love for me
My wounds and scars become a reminder
A reminder of His wounds
My name on His hands
Engraved forever
6 Behold, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands;
Isaiah
49:16a
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