Pain is all around us
if we’ll stop and look a bit;
physical pain is often visible,
the mental, a jacket that snugly fits.
Pain’s what humans have in common,
sometimes worn with subtle pride;
though we try to mask the mental,
like a blemish we need to hide.
But it’s in the pain that growth is hidden,
like an oyster in a shell,
for the pearl to reach its full potential,
the shell has t’be cracked, the pearl expelled.
We’re each a sum total of our pasts,
we’re the face, not just the scars;
pains a path that’s meant to lead us,
just a piece of who we are.
The key’s not letting pain define us,
it’s a step on the road called life;
but it’s up to us to use it,
turn it to joy not constant strife.
Recall, Jesus asked the paralytic
what he wanted Him to do,
cause his healing was not his destination,
but a door for him to enter through.
If the actual healing is but a step,
then the pain can’t be that much more;
just as the one follows the other
so they each are but a door.
Life’s a series of doors, all sizes
we all must open and go through,
the key is knocking, seeking, asking
for the Lord of the harvest to walk with you.
And pain’s a tool God often uses
for the removal of our dross;
and once the process is completed
we grasp the full meaning of the cross.