PAIN ? My Rejoicing

It pleased God to bruise Him

To put Him to death,

For when God saw His travail

God was satisfied.

Lord, You were wounded for my transgressions

You were bruised for my iniquities

The chastisement of my peace was upon You

And by Your stripes am I healed.

You suffered for me Lord

The pain You bore I cannot tell

But Oh Lord, my pain is too great

To bear at times, but You understand.

Lord my bones are out of place

My joints are on fire, and ache

Even as death were upon me whilst I live

So my pain is ever with me.

I cannot escape it Lord, but You

Have conquered pain and sorrow and death;

And You have been my hope and stay

You Lord are with me and by Your Spirit

You give me peace from this tumult in my flesh.

And I know that because I have trusted in Thee

Though after death, worms destroy this body

In my flesh I shall see You and rejoice

Because You live I shall live also !

And this pain, this rudeness of mortality;

Shall it not be swallowed up of life ?

Even the life of Yeshua, who died and rose.

So I say this to my pain, rule while you may;

But the day shall come, and indeed has come

When there shall be no more pain, nor tears

Nor sorrow, for God shall wipe away all my

Pain, and though this outer man perish

God is renewing the inner man after His beloved

Son, whose pain I can never know, yet in

This present time I can rejoice, for

My pain is but a door, a door of comfort

A door through which my Lord doth walk

And talk to me, for I come to the garden

Alone, and He tells me that I am His own.


Job 19:25,26;

Isaiah 53:7

Psalm 22

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