Pain Is Not At Its Worst

Sometimes we look in different places,

To try to remove the pain,

Not realizing, what we try to refrain is what we gain,

Some people turn to different things,

But we never search to what life may bring,

What we need to do is turn to God,

So He can fufill that space,

Even though we all might have such a difficult case,

The body is His temple,

Even though its so simple,

Just to damage ourself,

God is a healer,

Not a dealer,

So dont let the Devil use you,

Not even rule you,

Hold God to the truth,

He holds all the proof,

God's eyes see it all,

Even when we think we are about to fall,

For He catches us everytime,

And at the end He makes everything just fine
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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