Words By Anonymous
God prunes my heart.
Once he took my friends,
That I might find peace in his company.
He removed my strength and health,
That I might rest.
He then removed unshaken conviction,
That I might find reality beyond human reason.
Departing from centuries of tradition,
I chose my questions over ancient creed,
Putting fear aside, in search of God.
Now poverty and illness, uncertainty and failure
All question me with prodding, painful jabs.
I cannot tell what I ought to do,
But God’s loving presence surrounds me like a warm embrace.
“The Kingdom of Heaven is within you,” Jesus said;
“It grows like a grain of mustard seed.
“It is like treasure hid in a field.”
Heaven is when the presence of God so satisfies,
That I put fear aside, to seek him further—
That I put fear aside, to show others kindness—
That I put fear aside, finding peace in uncertainty.
Looking to Jesus, the author and finisher of faith,
Knowing that pain preludes purpose,
and that light dispels darkness,
I put aside fear.