I wrote this poem after a prayer. I was so confused. I know that there is a purpose behind all of our pain and suffering, but I just couldn’t understand why so many of us in the body have to suffer. I wrote not knowing where I was going, but at the end of the poem, God finally revealed something to me. Writing and reading this has really helped me so I pray that it will bless you as well x
Also known as the body of Christ.
So much suffering,
They’re all looking for a way out,
Looking for someone to understand,
Looking for someone to tell,
They’re all broken,
But they put on a smile,
It’s their signature look,
Also known as their Sunday’s best.
They’re all dying on the inside,
Although their soul has been bought,
They’re all smiling on the outside,
Hoping not to get caught.
Deceiving one another,
Scared of being judged,
Frightened of other peoples perceptions of them,
Pain and suffering isn’t a result of a lack of faith,
Pain and suffering is a part of life.
Abandoned and abused,
They’re all scarred.
Belief in Christ doesn’t make the pain go away,
It doesn’t stop the flashbacks,
Or the nightmares,
Belief in Christ doesn’t stop the pain,
What do you do when the whole body of Christ is scarred?
You bury it in a tomb*,
Because in three days’ time,
He will rise victorious.
*= By bury in it a tomb, I do not mean suppress your feelings, I mean surrender them to God. Christ’s death showed Him completely surrendering to God. There was a point when He contemplated not going through with it and asking His Father to allow the cup to pass from Him, however, after praying to God, within a short period of time, He decided to go through with it (see Matthew 26).