To the Weary Saint

[Stratford]

To the Weary Saint

Kyle Stratford

Have pains and sorrows made a nest
Of thorns within your heart?
Does worry, care, prevent your rest
And cause your mind to smart?

Have weeds your soul arrested thus,
And carried you to sin?
Does Satan now assail your trust
In Him who dwells within?

Remember Christ, His crown of thorns,
Stuck deeply in His head;
Then for your sake was made to mourn,
And for your sins, He bled.

What is it then, o weary saint,
That causes your despair?
Why should you be so very faint,
When you are His own heir?

For thorns ought be where Christ doth dwell,
Yet peace within your mind:
This earthly life is now your hell,
Yet heaven you shall find!

For those in Christ, the worst is now,
Yet better, evermore.
So put your hands to the plough,
And reap what is in store.

Affliction light, and mercy great,
Is to the Lord’s own kin.
So bear your cross’s sweetly weight,
And rest on Peace within.

 

[dhh712]

Thank you for sharing these lovely lines with us, Kyle. You are quite the poet. It is good to fix our mind heavenward and to not dwell overmuch on earthly things. Our time here is so brief. It is but for a moment and then it is gone. All the irritations, sorrows and pain though it seems as though such a vast amount of time lies before us until it will end, once we get there, it will seem as though but a moment has passed.

I wish so much that I could get unbelievers to realize how pointless this life is if there is nothing after it. They make up their own meaning, a meaning that has no point outside of that sliver of existence which is the "now" moment. It makes me sad to think of the countless numbers who have gone to their graves having hope only in this life alone; and all that which made up all their lives is gone now and they have nothing eternal.

 

[Stratford]

Thank you for sharing these lovely lines with us, Kyle. You are quite the poet. It is good to fix our mind heavenward and to not dwell overmuch on earthly things. Our time here is so brief. It is but for a moment and then it is gone. All the irritations, sorrows and pain though it seems as though such a vast amount of time lies before us until it will end, once we get there, it will seem as though but a moment has passed.

I wish so much that I could get unbelievers to realize how pointless this life is if there is nothing after it. They make up their own meaning, a meaning that has no point outside of that sliver of existence which is the "now" moment. It makes me sad to think of the countless numbers who have gone to their graves having hope only in this life alone; and all that which made up all their lives is gone now and they have nothing eternal.

I agree. The thought of having one’s hopes fixed solely on this life is a terrifying thing to me.