DISAPPOINTMENT:

Honoring God Through Poetry

My heart implores me to go forth,
to push through pain like a dare;
people may have a kind word,
but then the Lord calls 
the redirection of my stare.
He tells me that He is my source,
and beacons me to abandon
that which makes my heart bleed,
only then shall I relish the blooming colors;
pretty flowers above every weed.

Disappointment, He tells me,
is just a part of this imperfect realm,
that leaves the unsaved to grapple on the floor,
and that there's a reason I know not,
they reject the Savior,
who makes His people to endure.

And, only if I lean on Him 
will I even begin to endure
on this spinning ball,
in which I turn and twist,
dodging recklessness,
and trying to maintain joy 
in the simplicity that I merely exist,
and what a crazy notion;
one I know I'll never embrace,
for on my own, I am already defeated,
and disenchantment would 
douse the joy on my face.

So disappointment may be a hardship,
but one that would hurt me to the core,
would be for The Comforter to forsake me,
but thank God, instead, 
He only seems to love me more!
And my heart doth implore me
to take on life like a man;
one who snatches the bee from the swarm,
for in my heart lives the Lord Jesus, 
Who cheers me, 
with His warm blanket in the storm.