What is this feeling, this pain I hold inside?
Is it fear? Is it something I once held dear?
Talking to the man from Galilee.
Let Him decide what’s best for me.
Let all my sorrow, all my pain, never run again in my veins.
Make the sting of anger leave my thought,
Before any fights can be fought.
Let the peace of life grace my heart,
Before it gets torn apart.
That was beautifully written by my nephew Matthew who is a college freshman. I won't share the turbulence behind his words, for it is his own. What I will reveal is how his thoughts touched me.
The words seem beyond the years that formed them. Probably because they are. I'm sure they were whispered by the Holy Spirit to ease a troubled heart. They whispered to me too.
Let all my sorrow, all my pain, never run again in my veins. Why do I look back so often? My past failures do not define me. And WHY do I periodically allow jealousy to race perversely through me? I have not been handed opportunities as I have seen many 20-somethings given that will forever enhance their lives. The opportunities are usually undeserved, and they would have been with me as well had I been the young recipient. Jealousy is a brewing sewer. I am determined to get over it and move on when it demands an audience.
Let the peace of life grace my heart, before it gets torn apart. LORD, touch my heart so that I allow Your peace to fill my heart at all times.
I am not writhing in sorrow and regret, but they do rear their ugly heads on occasion. My prayer is that I won't allow any footholds.
Thank you Matthew for your wonderful words. Keep talking to the Man from Galilee.