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Reign, Rein, Rain
by Jan Ackerson Reign in me Lord, I would be queen of my own heart. The powermine; mine the acclaim, Mine the moat. I would deny entrance To pain: No matter that grace is equally denied. O, be my King! Give me the pain, that I might know the grace. Rein me in Lord, I would run wild, untamed. Without direction, I gallop, I toss my head, I nicker, I am free. I am lost. Ensnared in brambles, trapped in a barren place: O, lead me home! I welcome the bit, the bridle, the reins: Guide me to water, to rest. Rain on me Lord, I would dwell in sunshine only, Petals facing the light. Yet hard-packed is the soil, and dry; No room for roots--no room. O, open a cloud! I embrace each squall, each sleety trial. Mixed with the drops of sorrow: drops of mercy I grasp the moistened earth. Grant me more storms, that I might grow. Jan is a Christian who has traveled through sorrow and depression, and has found victory and grace. She dedicates all writings to her Heavenly Father. Check out Jan's website at www.1hundred-words.com Copywrite Jan Ackerson--2006 Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |