Pain, pushes me to avoid in distractions.
Pain, pushes me to escape in the future.
Pain, says convincingly that I can’t survive.
Pain, you ache and I dread you.
But God, you have rescued me from pain
over and over again; the truth being, together we survive.
I’ll face you pain, directly, while as devouring lava, you slowly ooze and consume;
knowing that the ocean of Spirit will finally stop your misery.
Oh Spirit, gently apply the healing balm; my soul cries for you.
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