REMINISCENCE OF A BIRTH

"To a loving God"
O! Lord! What makes my heart so rent my soul so torn?
This seems to be the case from the day I was born
The vouchsafed and labyrinth is such a struggle
My sojourner's walk continues to be one big debacle

Mom went into a coma on the day of my birth
Dad's illness, he was headed for the dirt
My childhood life was always in abeyance
Marked by doldrums and enormous pestilence
Foreign soil was my destiny at eighteen
Sorrows and strife I wanted the guillotine
What makes man such a human prey?
I for sure, just cannot say
Five decades have passed with no rest for my soul
No matter how I try to be brave and bold
I know not what tomorrow holds for me
But always and forever, I will trust in Thee!

by sheriffgali

Author's Comments:
"It is in the furnace of affliction that our Saviour watches for the Christlikeness to be brought out in us. He is pictured as a Purifier and Refiner of Silver, and we are told that He counts the process complete only when He can see His likeness in the molten metal [Norman B. Harrison]"