When
in the realms of heaven
You
asked me what in mortality
I
wanted to be,
It
was so easy, I said I wanted
To
be like Thee.
You
warned me of the suffering
That
would have to equal in measure
To
what you would suffer for me;
That
my life would not be easy
But
that You would
make
up for everything.
Now
I am here,
I
fear the refiners’ fire of the kiln
When
Your potter hands are moulding me
But
I try to be the woman I was who said
She
wanted to be like Thee.
Some
days I want to change my wish
I
am not worthy to bear my suffering,
But
then I notice the chains
around
my heart are broken,
and
I remember:
You
will make up for everything.
- CATHRYNE ALLEN
(Art: Spring of Life by Chris Brazelton)
