When grief
consumes my heart and soul, when sorrow grows beyond control,
When clouds
crowd out the light of day, it seems my faith is far away.
For surely I
should never grieve; why, joy is mine if I believe!
If God
Himself is in control, why should sadness grip my soul?
And yet,
before He took His cross, the Son of God dealt with His loss.
His grief was
great; the angst and fears caused my Lord to shed great tears.
He did not
bravely raise His chin, ignoring pain that gripped within.
He did not
face His grief alone; instead, He stormed His Father’s throne.
He shook with
fear to play His part, but still He sought His Father’s heart,
And when at
last his grief was done, His Father’s will and His, now one;
With courage He
could face His cross. His life He offered up as loss
To gain what
I can’t comprehend – the privilege to call me friend!
Who am I to
bury pain, to loathe my grief with great disdain?
Oh no, to do
so would be wrong! It’s when I’m weak that He is strong.
It’s when I’ve
nothing left to give, through Jesus I can learn to live.
No, being
weak is not a sin – that’s just the time when God moves in.
ML Fuller 12-21-10