Hang On, It’s Brief


There’s a mess

Of mean misfortune

And you bear it.

And you tell yourself

The devil has his day

And you cite the

Holy promises at prayer-time

Saying patience will

Dispel the gloom away.

But the years

They come and go

And still the hurting

And you’re tempted

To besmirch the Father’s grace.

“Surely, faith had brought

The blessing, had you used it.”

And the pitty-party puddle

Bears your face.

But the stamina He gave

You, wins another

Who has faced the bitter test

This Life’s not fair.

And he’s just passed over

Singing of a Brother

Both, in Heaven now,

Rejoicing for God’s care.

Yes that care may use

The suffering for a ransom

And Friend, Jesus knew

Such suffering for a night.

And He waits with open arms

And endless blessing.

Oh yes, eternity’s

A long time to be right.


(Colossians 1: 24 and 2 Corinthians 1: 6 and Philippians 3: 10-12)


Faithful ones, you can preach, you can serve, you can spend, you can work, you can pray, you can uplift…you can suffer. They are all currencies, if used in the Spirit of Christ. (Doug)


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