Mama never told me the worst pain

               would come from my own family

               for me to bare.

               It took a long time for me to learn that lesson,

               but now I am oh so aware.

                                        But after the initial shock wears off and

                                        I get up and dust off my clothes;

                                        I can handle any rejection that comes

                                        I just toss it in my pile of woes.

             You may ask me the obvious question:

             “How do I feel about all the rain?

             The answer is God is still lifting me

             from the torment,

              and in the end, I won’t be the same.

                                  So let the rain pour down on me,

                                  just like buckets on my head;

                                  because someday they’ll see, 

                                  my light still shining;

                                  God-endured,

                                  just like I said!

                 Just one more thing

                     to let you know,

                     this is no “woe is me” story.

                     I am strong like the ox

                     and as long as I’m here,

                     I’ll be bouncing from glory to glory!

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Linzy is a certified Bible Counsellor, with countless republications on her viewers blogs, Bible Studies, Ezines and the like. Her portfolio includes, non-fiction articles, short stories for all ages, and Christian poetry.