Sometimes the hardest thing we can do, as parents, is watch our children suffer. This poem was given to me (I believe by the Lord) to give to a friend who had reached the end of his tether in watching his son suffer and was contemplating suicide. He held on to the Lord though, and got through. He has since gone on to be with the Lord (& no he did not choose his passing) but I pray that this poem may help others who are finding that watching a loved one suffer is almost unbearable......... often in our own strength these things are, but Jesus tells us to cast all our cares upon His shoulders ! (1Peter 5:7 and also Psalm 55:22 ).
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TO GAVIN
I know the pain you’re in, for I’ve been there,
When all your friends desert you,
And you’re left in torment and despair,
They left Me too.
When you feel on earth there’s no place left to turn,
That you’ve no hope,
And seeking an escape , for heaven you yearn,
I’ll help you cope.
You’re down so far you can’t go further down,
I’ve been below,
And in My hands I hold for you a crown,
My love I’ll show.
But you must also walk along the Way,
And bare your grief;
So very close beside you I will stay,
And bring relief.
I’m with you every tiny pace
Though you can’t see,
My love is flowing from My grace,
Just look to Me.
Oh, let Me bind the open wounds
The world has made,
And do not leave this world too soon,
Be not afraid.
For there are many things I’d have you do,
You’re so worthwhile;
Yet when you’re simply being you,
I look with love and smile.
I smile upon the child I love,
Yet weep again.
I see your heartache from above,
I feel your pain.
And all the pain you’re feeling for your son,
I’m feeling too.
Who watched, frustrated, as man crucified My son?
A Dad, -- like you!
I could not reach My hand to set him loose,
It hurt me so;
We chose this way, so that without excuse
Our love you’d know.
Our Spirit even now is with you still,
To strengthen you.
As He was with your Christ upon the Hill,
He’ll help you through.
You’ve shown Me to those in need,
Now to Me turn;
For with My bread, your soul I’ll feed,
And you My love will learn.
My precious, precious son,
It is not time we met;
Your work on earth has just begun,
You cannot leave it yet.
For by the time your race is run,
And your life at it’s end;
For all the souls you’ve helped, you’ll hear, "Well done!