With Faith I Can Face It

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Lord,
I wonder if life would be the same if it was painless,
 
 
Would the elders still reflect on being ancient,
 
 
Would our lives still be guided with purpose,
 
 
Or would we waste it,
 
 
Would we embrace it,
 
 
Or is pain the very thing that drives our patience,
 
 
What’s the true cost of joy?
 
 
And who’s really paying?
 
 
Can a smile still shine if the heart's fainting?
 
 
I learned young that "free" ain’t free — it’s what Christ’s grace is,
 
 
Would the rain still fall on us like it’s sacred,
 
 
Would we still feel the storm or stand in faith and face it,
 
 
Or would it fade quick,
 
 
Same with the hatred,
 
 
And every one of us enduring tests and tribulations,
 
 
I know life could be different
It could be amazing,
 
 
I know we’ve all been through it,
 
 
I know we’ve all been waiting,
 
 
When burdens feel too heavy,
 
 
I know we’ve all felt breaking,
 
 
I was drained out and jaded
But God kept me,
 
 
I’m here after the waiting,
 
 
Just because you rest don’t mean you’re not aching,
 
 
Does a life without prayer still shake,
 
 
Or is it vacant?
 
 
Can a healer with no faith still show patience,
 
 
If you're stuck on the tracks
Do you wait for the train,
 
 
Or trust the Lord to take you past it,
 
 
If life gets too hard,
 
 
Do you kneel or get passive,
 
 
Do you speak from the flesh,
 
 
Or speak through your passion?
 
 
I wonder if we still fall off when we’re brain-healed,
 
 
And when a woman cries,
 
 
Is her soul just unveiling?
 
 
When she’s drowning in tears,
 
 
Does the Lord lift her sailing?
 
 
Can she rise again,
 
 
Or is that her last station?
 
 
What’s a true vision,
 
 
Is that part of your sanctification?
 
 
And if the dream’s delayed,
 
 
Do you wake or keep praying,
 
 
Does a heart fix itself when it’s aching,
 
 
Or does it need grace for the healing and remaking,
 
 
And can a person full of love still be hateful,
 
 
Can a cold soul be saved if it’s faithful,
 
 
Or is it prideful,
 
 
I got a heart,
 
 
And I know God made all hearts
But still I ask,
 
 
What’s a heart without a soul and a spirit that's conscious,
 
 
And if I got a conscience,
 
 
Why it don’t always tell me when my walk’s off balance?
 
 
Why not?
 
 
Am I weak or just carrying too much?
 
 
I’ve been through the fire,
 
 
Still just fifteen,
 
 
Felt broken like a vessel,
 
 
Still pushing through,
 
 
The world feels heavy,
 
 
But is it only me?
 
 
I’m down in prayer,
 
 
Feeling like I can't breathe,
 
 
The sun’s setting low,
 
 
I’ve been tempted by shadows,
 
 
Tryna step on my peace,
 
 
And it seems the closer I get to Heaven,
 
 
The harder it feels beneath,
 
 
I'm afraid of what I’ll become if I can’t keep running,
 
 
Stuck in the grip of sorrow,
 
 
Wrestling my own judgment,
 
 
But what if I never saw,
 
 
The path God had for me,
 
 
It’s only pain,
 
 
But with grace, I can take it,
 
 
I swear it’s only pain,
 
 
With faith, I can face it,
 
 
They say the Lord won’t give you more than you can bear,
 
 
But sometimes I wonder,
 
 
Was this valley meant for my prayer?
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Comments6

  • Salvia.S

    Beautifully raw and honest. Well written!!!

  • sorenbarrett

    A good message. God helps those that help themselves. Faith follows works and do what you can yourself before you ask. Lovely

  • Cheeky Missy

    "...I live by the faith of the Son of God Who loved me and gave Himself for me."(Gal 2:19b) Not mine nor yours, for what is ours? But His and Him alone. Beautifully rendered with excellent imagery and a haunting poignancy.

  • Tony36

    BRAVO

  • Skally

    A lovely poem.

  • NafisaSB

    some very pertinent questions raised here - with a very big 'what if' indeed
    the spiritual tone shines out in this poem



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