Thursday, August 19, 2021

FEELING HELPLESS

IF THERE WAS...

By Pat Severin 


If there was something I could do, if I could make it better.
Yes, if I could, you know I would, and hope that I could tether...
The worried thoughts, confusing parts you’re dealing with each day,
But how could I relieve your stress, I wish I knew a way.

All this is hard to understand, accept it...that's too much.
We’re human beings and O, such things, we’d never think would touch...
Our lives like this, we would dismiss, for this thing, it completely...
Took you by storm, it didn’t warn, the whole thing, it was sneaky.

But this is your reality, though I wish that it wasn’t,
And that it all would go away, I pray it would and doesn’t...
Invade your life, cut like a knife, that you’d from this awaken...
And in your NEW reality you’d say, “They were mistaken!”

Guess that’s enough of wishful thoughts, your fight is real and true
But though I can’t remove it, dear, I can give this to you:
The Love of your Dear Father God and tell you He is there...
To give you strength, the breadth and length of all you have to bear.

But this is how it comes to you, you must give something, too.
If you give everything to Him, His mercy comes to you.
I can assure you that He will, accept His comfort, care
In every need, your call He’ll heed, for His is always there.

I know it’s hard, this giving up yourself in sweet surrender,
But that is how, in giving up, He’ll show His mercy tender.
This simple poem I give you and it’s all that I can do
And pray for everything you need, I want the best for you.

I know it’s hard, this giving up yourself in sweet surrender,
But that is how, in giving up, He’ll show His mercy tender.
And so this simple poem I give, it’s all that I can do
And pray for everything you need, I want the best for you. 

Tuesday, August 3, 2021

ANOTHER POEM OF ENCOURAGEMENT

I'm sure you all know by now that I've been sending poems of encouragement to someone who's dealing with an incurable cancer. I mail them every week. usually on Friday so that he has it on the weekend.  The poem below will go out on Friday.  


THE HAND OF THE DIVINE

By Pat Severin

From that moment you were told
That you indeed have cancer,
I'm sure you wondered why it was,
And wished you had an answer
Of why this happened, and to you,
A young man with no history,
No reason you could ever find,
To you it was a mystery.

But God was there, He heard your heart,
He knew you wondered why,
For after all, He’s in control.
You didn’t want to die.
You said, Dear God, remove this curse;
I’m only in my thirties.
What lies ahead, will I be fraught...
With sadness, heartaches, worries?

That answer you will never find.
The future isn’t known,
At least to us, we cannot see...
Because we’re never shown.
Our lives are held within His hand;
He guides our every minute.
So live each day as if your last;
Be sure to keep Him in it.
For from the moment we are born
Your days were His design.
So long or short, you’re guided by
The hand of the Divine.