Through Suffering, I See

Through suffering, I walk the shadowed path,
A thorn-strewn road that breaks me down.
Pain carves its name upon my soul,
Bringing me low, bringing me near the ground.

But from my knees, I lift my gaze—
To heaven’s throne, to mercy’s light.
I whisper prayers through silent tears,
“Lord, please, a miracle tonight.”

In weakness, I find strength anew,
When I reach for hands that love me true.
My brother stands, no longer far,
His heart now close—my guiding star.

My sisters’ eyes, they shine with grace,
Their care a balm I can’t replace.
Their patience wraps around my days,
In quiet love, in countless ways.

And oh, my children—my heart’s own flame,
How deep my love, how sweet your name.
If time were mine, I’d give you more,
But I trust in God, and not the shore.

This suffering has taught me much—
That gold is found in gentle touch,
In kind words said, in pain endured,
In love that stays and hearts assured.

This life, a vapor, soon will pass,
The glitter fades, like shifting glass.
Illusions fall, the truth remains:
To love, to serve, through joy and pain.

And when I reach that final day,
May I hear my Savior say:
“You did good, you loved with grace—
Come, enter now My dwelling place.”