I see the thorn-bush set in my path And I ponder the way ahead Can I make my way cleanly around Or must I offer my arms to be torn in the passing? I look for tools to cut away the brambles And I find them waiting for my use Can I gather the branches without snagging Or must I give over my hands to be bloodied in the holding? I hear a voice calling me to lay down the struggle And I see the Gardener watching me Can I pause long enough to allow for His help Or will I willfully stomp my feet in the tearing of pain? It is HIS garden after all that offers this path And I find the journey ahead planned by Him Can I see the beauty in the thorn-bush here The eternal weight of glory being given in this suffering? --bg
“I lift up my eyes to the mountains—
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
“He will not let your foot slip—
he who watches over you will not slumber;
indeed, he who watches over Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.
“The Lord watches over you—
the Lord is your shade at your right hand;
the sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon by night.
Our Father, the true Master Gardener, the Eternal Lord, is never late. His help is on the way, even now, when all we can see is the thorn-bush planted in front of us.
Oh, may we lift up our way of looking, and see HIM waiting to answer our cry.
May I pray with you today?
Dear Lord Jesus,
Thank You for being such a great Master Gardener over the garden of our souls. Thank You that You see the full picture of what is necessary for the soil and the seeds and the harvest in our hearts to be healthy and strong. Help us not to resist Your planning, but to hold fast to You through the suffering placed in our paths. Help us to trust that You will bring us to Your own safe resting place so full of Your glory. We praise You here, as we wait for Your perfect timing, our Dear Lord.
In the Name of Jesus we pray,
**This poem was offered in response to the prompt of “Thorns” given at the new Chronic Joy Poetry Page. Click here if you would like to join in the prompt yourself, and read the beautiful poetry given by one of the new Poetry Coordinators, Karin Fendick.