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As most of us have by the time we reacy our "golden years," there has been a lot of loss in my family with a few more on the not too distant horizon. This poem meant a lot to me when I first wrote it. I review it from time to time as a reminder of God's faithfulness as the "God of all comfort."
I listed the year, 1987, because that's the years my husband passed away. I was 42 and had two young teens--full of rebellion--and a pile of debt to deal with. But I realized later that God knows what we need and when we need it.
Grief Is A Journey
©2004, Janet K. Poludniak
We can't understand all the trials we face,
but grief's where we learn the depths of God's grace.
We resist every hurt, shouting, "Life isn't fair!"
But true faith is tested through dark despair.
God gives enough grace to face every sorrow;
He gives enough strength for today—not tomorrow.
The rougher the road, the greater His care;
when it seems He is silent, He is still there!
When sorrow comes, God's comfort is strong,
but grief is a journey that's uphill and long.
Sometimes in anger, we question and say,
"If God is sovereign, why couldn't they stay?"
It's hard for us when we're blinded by grief,
but in time we'll feel healing's tender relief.
God is right there and will show us the way,
He beat death and the grave, so trust Him each day.
Many have traveled a similar road,
and those who've let God help carry their load
have found that He's faithful; He'll never fail!
He'll give you more strength when you're feeling frail.
Talk to Him often; tell Him just how you feel.
You don't have to fake it! Be honest! Be real!
He cares and He'll listen, whatever you say;
He's big, He's brave, and He won't run away.
So don't fear the journey, just walk it with Him.
If you're angry, be honest, but don't walk in sin.
He knows every thought before you can speak,
He's strongest within us when we become weak.
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