“The part of me that pains the most also gets me out of bed…”
The memory of all He’s done
so little I have to dread
without your hope there is nothing left
no sky, no hills, no sea
With the loving knowledge I hold
None can break the will in me
Look up behold His nail pierced hands
no longer on that tree
the Lord sent on a servant’s deed
He came and rescued me
You men of terror
I shed a tear
You score your life with death
my Savior rules with love divine
you are of eternity bereft
“The part of me that pains the most
also gets me out of bed…”
The victory in all He’s done
I am not afraid of death
“I find God in the suffering eyes reflected in mine. If this is how You (God) are revealed to me, this is how I will forever seek You.” Kayla Jean Mueller (a martyr at the hands of ISIS)
You have probably heard of the senseless death of Kayla Jean Mueller- be inspired by her faith and her victory.
This poem is inspired by the last letter that her parents received from women that were released who shared a cell with Kayla. The italicized words are her own.
You can read her letter here.
Kayla is not the only martyr in this reign of terror. Be strong and courageous for the days are filled with evil…
“The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I came that they may have life, and have it abundantly.”
“When hard pressed, I cried to the Lord; He brought me into a spacious place.
The Lord is with me; I will not be afraid. What can mere mortals do to me?
The Lord is with me; he is my helper. I look in triumph on my enemies.”
“If God is for us who can be against us?”