No More Questions
From the time of my
childhood
My weakness has overtaken
me
And gradually grown
stronger
Words cannot express the
frustration
The darkness of the
despair I’ve felt
The feeling of
helplessness
The loss of control of my
own being
In desperation, I’ve
searched
Pleading, begging for help
Yet no one is there
No one will try
As my last resort
I turned to the only one
Of whom it’s been said
Can help and comfort
Even can bring forth life
I carry my weakness before
Him
And beg him for my help
To my relief, He is
willing
Yet on one condition he
required
That I believe who He is
In my desperation, I
proclaim I do
Yet as soon as it comes
from my mouth
I know there’s doubt
A significant amount
From so many years of pain
and grief
Could anyone really take
all this away
In one moment
One single moment?
I felt so unworthy for
this
And knowing of my foible
I ask for the strength
That I might believe
And gently as I’ve ever
seen
He stretches forth His
hands
Although I am not worthy
My weakness is made whole
What indescribable joy I’m
feeling
To experience that leap
From cursed to blessed!
Some say it’s a scientific
phenomenon
Others a devilish power
But for once, after having
tasted it,
There are no more
questions
I know…
He is the Son of God
Commentary:
This particular poem is also based off of a story from the Bible. It has a special place in my heart for me, because I there are portions of the story I relate to particularly in dealing with a disabled sibling. I am referring to the story of the father who comes to Jesus to have his son healed, and it was detected that he had some question behind whether or not he believed Jesus could heal his son, but he made the request to "Help thou my unbelief." I imagine this father was at the rope's end. He didn't know where else to go to help his little son. Perhaps he, like myself, and possibly many others out there, he tried dealing with it alone, but soon came to the point that he realized he needed help, and he sought it out.
The fact that he still acted despite his lack of faith is inspiring, and I find it equally inspiring that despite his knowledge that Jesus knew this man was weak in his faith, yet he still helped him and healed his son. I have been thinking a lot about that lately and have been in awe at the love and kindness Jesus is displaying here and in the other stories.
Commentary:
This particular poem is also based off of a story from the Bible. It has a special place in my heart for me, because I there are portions of the story I relate to particularly in dealing with a disabled sibling. I am referring to the story of the father who comes to Jesus to have his son healed, and it was detected that he had some question behind whether or not he believed Jesus could heal his son, but he made the request to "Help thou my unbelief." I imagine this father was at the rope's end. He didn't know where else to go to help his little son. Perhaps he, like myself, and possibly many others out there, he tried dealing with it alone, but soon came to the point that he realized he needed help, and he sought it out.
The fact that he still acted despite his lack of faith is inspiring, and I find it equally inspiring that despite his knowledge that Jesus knew this man was weak in his faith, yet he still helped him and healed his son. I have been thinking a lot about that lately and have been in awe at the love and kindness Jesus is displaying here and in the other stories.
