This Too Shall Pass.................
It starts as sudden disbelief, some sort of queasy dream.
You cry this is not happening, this can't be what it seems.
Then anger fills your broken heart, you ask yourself "Why
Me?"
This is not what I had planned and was not meant to be.
Next a sense of hopelessness, "My pain will never
end!"
Nothing seems to comfort you, not even all your friends.
A pain profound which burns the soul becomes a constant foe.
Each day becomes a torture test to keep your self-control.
The Lord shall give His peace to you. In Him shall you
abide.
Give your troubled heart to Him. He'll stay right by your
side.
Tomorrow may now be uncertain. Face it not in fear.
God will stand beside you. Through the danger, He is near.
The darkness felt shall fade away into a brand new day.
The time shall pass and you will find new strength along the way.
'Til then cling unto Our Lord, if just His garment hem.
You will find this time of trial is NOT life's requiem.
© Ron Myers
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