Maybe I should cue the evil scientist laugh here.
I'm a young mother,
And I’m afraid to go,
As if the years between us
Will be too hard to breech.
But He has walked with me
Through fires in the past.
So I pray for help and message in tow,
Drive myself to your home.
Somehow I find that I’m crying as you ask
Why God can heal
But won’t heal you.
I’ve stood in a tangle of darkness,
And like Paul I’ve prayed for release.
So many times my answer
Was the same as his.
When I open the scriptures
And tell you about Paul,
It’s like I’m looking up once more,
A light penetrating the shadows of my
And with gratitude I read
For this thing I besought the Lord thrice,
That it might depart from me.
And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee,
My strength is made perfect in weakness.*
We cry together and in my heart,
I’m mindful of
A thorn unhealed
That fills me with compassion
Bridging gaps made by our years.
My weakness, made perfect by God’s grace,
For a moment here with you.
* 2 Corinthians 12:8-9