My Sister

Lord I come to you to lift up my broken sister,
Who has been ravaged by an unexpected twister,
Her heart is broken and she prays amidst tears,
Wondering why you don't silence confusing fears,
Questioning why you do not give what she prays,
Why for all her faith she receives only more delays,
She weeps with a faith bruised, leaky and crushed,
While others near content for theology to discuss,
Your ways are higher and thoughts than our ways,
When we cannot see amidst the uncertainty of days,
You are sovereign though at times silent to our needs,
Let us not judge you by feelings but by your past deeds,
Faithfully you have ruled this world in all times past,
We can see tough trying times do not always last,
You move and work by your wise Sovereign design,
Never early, never late, you are always right on time,
My sister can't see you through her throbbing pain,
The ways seems obscure through the blinding rain,
Would you gently reach down - take her by the hand,
While unfolding your purpose and revealing your plans,
Would you reassure her broken, wounded, shattered heart,
Where her resources end -  that is when yours will start,
I ask you to comfort her in this awful pit of destruction,
While whispering to her words of peaceful instruction,
My sister needs you more than anything I have to say,
So please draw near to her and help her through today.


Written after a painful phone conversation I had with a sister in Christ going through an awful time and about to lose hope. May God comfort and strengthen her for the battles of today.