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Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Oct 25, 2006 11:09:21 GMT -5
Reign, Rein, Rain By Jan Ackerson Reign in me— Lord, I would be queen of my own heart. The power—mine; mine the acclaim, Mine the moat. I would deny entrance To pain: No matter that grace is equally denied. O, be my King! Give me the pain, that I might know the grace. Rein me in— Lord, I would run wild, untamed. Without direction, I gallop, I toss my head, I nicker, I am free. I am lost. Ensnared in brambles, trapped in a barren place: O, lead me home! I welcome the bit, the bridle, the reins: Guide me to water, to rest. Rain on me— Lord, I would dwell in sunshine only, Petals facing the light. Yet hard-packed is the soil, and dry; No room for roots--no room. O, open a cloud! I embrace each squall, each sleety trial. Mixed with the drops of sorrow: drops of mercy— I grasp the moistened earth. Grant me more storms, that I might grow. Jan is a Christian who has traveled though sorrow and depression, and has found victory and grace. She dedicates all writings to her Heavenly Father. Contact Jan for writing projects at jackerso@remc11.k12.mi.us Copywrite Jan Ackerson--2006 Article Source: www.faithwriters.com
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