WHY DO I HAVE TO SUFFER?
During the medieval age, 500 years ago, Artist Guilio Clovio painted the below
image of the Pentecost depicting when the Holy Spirit came down to the disciples in Jerusalem known as Pentecost. It is my
prayer for you that upon reading the poem that the Holy Spirit will breathe increased faith into you so you can handle the
illness that you now face with a new healing of your mind to accept God’s plan for you.
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I AM LEANING ON THE EVERLASTING
ARMS OF JESUS
What if God would say to you:
Do not fret, my child,
Yes, I know you are ill,
Yes, I know of your pain,
Your mind says why me?
You are a member
Of the human race,
Yes, I know
I created you.
I did not promise you
A rose garden,
With the joy come the sad times
All part of being human.
But
I did promise you
If you turn and obey me
I will be always with you
And guide you through it.
Is your sadness based on
That your illness prevents
Acting on your worldly priorities
Or you
think I love you less?
My love for you is constant
So could
it be your mind
Is focused on earthly treats
And mine count naught?
Let your illness and pain
Cause you to rest in Me,
Contemplate on Me and you,
Let My plan for you unfold.
And you will be able
To accept your loss and pain
Knowing that you’re
bound
To join Me in My work.
If God so spoke,
what is your reaction? Poem by Frank Henrich February 21, 2010
For another page Lord, Must I Suffer Also? clck here
Can I Have Self-esteem and Dignity, click here for new page
I want your deliverance, Lord for I ahve pain and anguish fills me. I need to endur yes, hold on with paticenefor I am
heaven bound. I don't want to die unless ia can come home to Jesus. I have a sick friend in need of you. beautiful
medieval Pentecost illustration or imge picture is contained here.
Here we find a medieval Pentecost image, illustration or picture in this page of the website. I don't want to die
unless i come home to Jesus. This pain and anguiesh draws the paticene out ot me to endur, yes hold on for I am heaven bound.
Yes, give deliverance for a sick friend for Lord it hurts and I do not want to die without you.
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