Standing In The Rain
I want to avoid you, cruel messenger of grief;
To run far away, in pursuit of relief.
Each way that I turn, your voice calls my name;
My sorrow keeps shouting life will never be the same.
At times I have fought you, to make you retreat;
But you always prevail…and my hope you deplete.
I also hear God’s Voice…so strange it’s refrain;
He urges me gently, “turn your face towards the pain”.
How can He be saying this? I’ve no strength to obey;
Yet somehow He turns me, and we stand in the rain.
The rain doesn’t stop, but His Arms hold me tight;
He whispers, “My daughter, lean on Me…cease your fight”.
He tells me in time the sun will return;
And life will be different, but my faith will stand firm.
© 2007 Pamela J. Jung, All Rights Reserved