Guest Poet Christina Joy Hommes

It’s not the pain itself
A Christian greets with joy,
But rather what it helps us gain
When in the Lord’s employ.

Like Jesus Christ we pray,
Lord, must this cup be mine?
But then we yield to One we trust:
Lord, not my will, but Thine.

For in the midst of pain
We find His loving care;
And patience has its perfect work
In sorrow borne through prayer.

We look ahead in hope
To what we soon will gain,
And then, like Jesus, we can bear
This fleeting, earthly pain.

Lord, make me more like Christ
As You have said You would;
Please be my Strength and Comforter,
And turn this pain to good.

“My brethren, count it all joy when ye fall into divers temptations; Knowing this, that the trying of your faith worketh patience.” (James 1:2-3)

Christine has a beautiful website entitled Hope Refined. You must stop by there because there are such inspiring poems full of the beauty of God’s word and truths. We would like to thank her for this beautifully encouraging poem.

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