Though confusion blackens my world,
I will hold fast to Your hand
You are my eyes
Though a sea of lies roars around me,
I will know the truth
You are my ears
Though my heart is pierced with sorrow, or my body wracked with pain,
I will sing Your praise
You are my tongue
Though the world bares its sharp, yellow teeth,
I will reach out
You are my hands
Though fear holds me fast,
I will boldly forge on
You are my feet
Though the grave claims my flesh
I will live forever
You are my life
I wrote this poem as part of last weeks post. I was still recovering from the removal of my tumor, had come through months of withdrawals from massive pain medication, and was finally able to take stock in what God had done and was still doing in me.
I had been sharing my journey with friends and family on CarePages for seven months at this time. It began, the day I was admitted to The University of Washington Hospital by doctors at The Seattle Cancer Care Alliance. Over those seven months, I had been asked so many times, “Where do you get your faith?”
To tell the truth, I hadn’t given it much thought until then, it came so naturally to me. But as the fog began to clear, I realized that faith isn’t natural at all. It’s supernatural.
1 Corinthians 12:7-9:
“But the manifestation of the Spirit is given to each one for the profit of all: for to one is given the word of wisdom through the Spirit, to another the word of knowledge through the same Spirit, to another faith by the same Spirit, to another gifts of healings by the same Spirit.”
The faith that kept me praising God in the midst of excruciating pain, even in the face of death, was a gift from God. My part was simply to receive it, and act on it.
This realization led to another. Regardless of what life throws at me, God has already provided all I need to be victorious. His faithfulness empowers my obedience.
I have to say, looking back, that this knowledge, now a part of me, was well worth the pain.
God’s grace and peace be yours,