I hurt all over, Jesus, with this pain that won’t recede,
My heart cries out in anguish hoping You will meet my need.
It seems that it’s been oh, so long since I’ve had some relief,
I’d welcome any respite, Lord, no matter if it’s brief.
“Dear Child, you surely know how much I understand your pain.
‘Twas I who suffered cruelty so bad I can’t explain.
I haven’t turned My back on you; I hear your every cry.
I hear you asking o’er and o’er, 'Please tell me, Jesus' ‘WHY?’”.
“You know that heaven was prepared for such a child as you.
I’ve chosen you to be My bride and I will see you through.
And you’re not being punished for some deeds you might have done.
For they have been forgiven and your new life has begun.
“The pain that you are feeling now is the refiner’s fire
So you’ll become the bride that any bridegroom would desire.
So trust in Me, don’t give up hope, the day’s approaching fast
When I will hold you close and you will be My bride at last.”
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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Mariane, If you get a moment, please drop an email to firstname.lastname@example.org
I thought I had your email, but can't find it now. I read your "I Need You, Dear Jesus" again and got a blessing again. God bless you. Joan
Marianne I want to thank you for your kind comments on my poetry. I have seen your work before somewhere with some of mine and of course I feel a kinship. I like to teach although I only do substituting. I have two disabled persons to care for, my husband and my son and also must do what I can for some gr. children and a daughter-in-law, so my time is non exsistent, but I keep trying for He will be here soon and I so desire to hear "Well done...."
I would love to try the challange and the special contests, but so far I just
can't find a moment. My email is email@example.com
I live in the OK panhandle in a small town - Guymon. It is truly the middle of Nowhere, but I have lived here since 1943 when I was nine years old. My husband is ill and was 84 yesterday. He is a WWII vetran of the Navy.
I also sing and teach Sunday
School. My webmistress lives in N.C. but she has been too busy to do any pages now for about a year.
I still have people signing up to receive, but I just have to wait for I can't do the pages. Thank you so much for writing.
In Christ's love,
Joan Clifton Costner
You've such talent! ...and I'm crying my heart out from His words to me (through your pen) that He understands, and will see me through. Just beautiful! AND, oh, so comforting! Any child of God can get the same comfort I did by reading this poetic cry for relief, for help, and find a soothing refrain from up above. Thank you.