Trouble me not; oh fear of tomorrow
Unknown is the visage of future intent
Trouble me not; oh yesterday’s sorrow
Firm is the seal on a moment when spent
Trouble me not; oh guilt that would haunt me
But for the Hands bearing scars in my stead
Trouble me not; though failure would taunt me
But for the Hope as my pardon flows red
Trouble me not; restless oceans of longing
Vain are the futile endeavors of dust
But oh, what fulfillment and peace in belonging
To He in whom we can affix our trust
Trouble me not; Lord, I plead for Your presence
To conquer the demons that quake ‘neath Your gaze
When I am weak God, Your strength is perfected
As I relinquish my will to Your ways
© Janet Martin
But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you,
for my power is made perfect in weakness.
Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses,
so that Christ’s power may rest on me. 2 Cor. 12:9
3 comments:
This is really beautiful, Janet! Truly hits a chord with me! The Lord gave me that Scripture verse many years ago, as I live with chronic pain. I still have a bit of a problem boasting about it, but I have no problem boasting that the Lord is my strength! lol...Nancy :o)
Thank you so much for this poem. As I struggle with grief today, I have found strength in reading this poem. You have written strength into this poem.
Beth of Inspirational-Prayers.com
NN and Beth, I am thankful to know God uses these words. It is ever my desire to bring him glory.
Beth, I will pray for you~
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