Carry Me

You have carried me on Your shoulder.

I am that wound that pained You greatly.

Carry me into my future,

As You carried Your Cross.

I know I hurt;

I can feel it myself.

 

Now in heaven, You are free from pain,

Except for that, which You suffer,

In the mystery of Your Church on earth,

Except for that, which You suffer in me,

For love of me, for love of Your Cross.

I am the cross You lovingly still bear.

 

© 2011 Joann Nelander

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That Man, Job

That man, Job,
That sad man, Job,
That mad man, Job,
That angry man,
That suffering and troubled soul,
Behold my man, Job.

Have we not all been there?
Why, O Lord?
Am I not well-meaning,
One of the good guys,
A nice person?

Why must the Cross
Touch my life?
Am I not
Like a son to You?

With these words,
He  made me see,
"You are, indeed,
Like a Son to Me."

LIFTED UP, I AM DRAWN

Lifted up,
You hang above the world.
Your outstretched arms
Measure the breath of Your Love.

How great the distance between us,
Yet, greater still,
Your unquenchable thirst for me.

I am a child, a lowly one,
Troubling you yet and always.
I tug at the hem of Your garment
While You tug at my heart.

Lord of my hopes,
Lord of my longing,
Lord of my sorrows,
Lord of my weeping,
Ruler of all Time and Space,
You draw me to an Eternity in Your Embrace.

©2014 Joann Nelander

That Man, Job

That man, Job,
That sad man, Job,
That mad man, Job,
That angry man,
That suffering and troubled soul,
Behold my man, Job.

Have we not all been there?
Why, O Lord?
Am I not well meaning,
One of the good guys,
A nice person?

Why must the Cross
Touch my life?
Am I not
Like a son to You?

With these words,
He  made me see,
"You are, indeed,
Like a Son to Me."

Lifted Up, I Am Drawn

Lifted up,

You hang above the world.

Your outstretched arms

Measure the breath of Your Love.

 

How great the distance between us,

Yet, greater still,

Your unquenchable thirst for me.

 

I am a child, a lowly one,

Troubling you yet and always.

I tug at the hem of Your garment

While You tug at my heart.

 

Lord of my hopes,

Lord of my longing,

Lord of my sorrows,

Lord of my weeping,

Ruler of all Time and Space,

You draw me to an Eternity in Your Embrace.

©2014 Joann Nelander

Lifted Up, I Am Drawn

Lifted up,

You hang above the world.

Your outstretched arms

Measure the breath of Your Love.

 

How great the distance between us,

Yet, greater still,

Your unquenchable thirst for me.

 

I am a child, a lowly one,

Troubling you yet and always.

I tug at the hem of Your garment

While You tug at my heart.

 

Lord of my hopes,

Lord of my longing,

Lord of my sorrows,

Lord of my weeping,

Ruler of all Time and Space,

You draw me to an Eternity in Your Embrace.

 

©2014 Joann Nelander

Why does God let us suffer?