God created me
to feel pain
to know sorrow
to hurt deeply
to give fully
to love wholly.

It is not in me
to put aside
the burdens of others
to ignore the tears
which slowly,
surely fall.

God made me
a woman,
of Adam's race
to feel
and think
and know.

He did not make me
as a beast, tree,
stone
to accept unquestioning
the grief of a world
torn,
by death and sorrow.

I feel, grieve,
thirst
because he made me-

Different.

A creature meant to know
and be known
to hurt
and be hurt
to love
and be loved

To be set apart.


My soul,
eternal
burns the flame
of passion, grief,
and care
but also nurtures
deep within
my hope, and love,
and prayer.

Peace, that passes
understanding
as tread I now the sod
of earth,
my temporary home
in truth -
a child of God.

I was first made
to serve my Lord
with joy, and faith,
secure
to rest assured,
and live my life
established in
his Word.

And still,
this dying world
I call, 'my home'
and here I am:

ransomed by God
a child of Wonder

bound: to shadowlands.


As trouble makes
my heart-beat
falter
when evil triumphs -
near,

I look upon
all that surrounds me
and know:


I was not made
for here.