Poetry
Hope in Suffering Romans
Why do we still suffer If we’re saved by grace? Romans 8 gives the answer That puts our doubts in place.
The Spirit helps our weakness, Intercedes with groans too deep, And all things work together For those whose souls are steep.
Not that we won’t feel pain, Not that trials won’t come, But that even in our suffering, God’s purposes hum.
So when the night feels endless, And morning seems so far, Remember: present suffering Can’t match the glory are.
The Fruits of the Spirit An original poem
When the Spirit dwells within my heart, He plants a garden, a sacred art, Nine precious fruits begin to grow, A harvest only His love can sow.
Love is the root, the foundation laid, The tender mercy that never fades, It gives and gives without a trace, A reflection of the Master’s grace.
Joy is the sunshine after rain, A steady hope that nullifies pain, Not based on what the world may bring, But rooted in the eternal King.