But that little hurt began to grow
I covered it every day
I couldn't leave it and go on
It seemed the price I had to pay.
My joy was gone, my heart was sad
Pain was all I knew.
My wounded soul enveloped me
Loving seemed too hard to do.
One day, while standing by my hole
I cried to God above
And said, "If You are really there --
They say, You're a God of Love!"
And just like that -- He was right there
And just put His arms around me
He wiped my tears, His hurting child
There was no safer place to be.
I told Him all about my hurt
I opened up my heart
He listened to each and every word
To every sordid part.
I dug down deep and got my hurt
I brushed the dirt away
And placed it in the Master's hand
And healing came that day.
He took the blackness of my soul
And set my spirit FREE!
Something beautiful began to grow
Where the hurt used to be.
And when I look at what has grown
Out of my tears and pain
I remember every day to give my hurts to Him
And never bury them again.
by Carol Parrot
posted by lynnly
about 1 month ago
I hope everyone reads this poem! It is so comforting.
Thank you. How timely. I recently found out that when I prayed to God, I yearned for Him to help heal my pain. I never told Him what the pain was, how deeply it was felt, and how much pain there was in hiding it from everyone.
I found out that although God knows who we are and what we think and do, it is to our benefit to purposely expose ourselves to Him. This I compared to a child who you hear in another room break something and comes to you to confess and cry his embarassment out. You knew what happened, you know how embarassed he'd be--but, his coming to you fives you a chance to comfort him and help him clean up. After the incident he goes on much happier than if he had to hide his mistake, clean his own mess, and try to live with the guilt! So, do I most of the time now!
