A Comfort

By A Servant of the One True King  

     Ever since I was about thirteen years old, I've had the gift of poetry.  Often it will come when I am feeling grateful for a blessing or when my heart is yearning for peace.  Other times, it will come when I pray for guidance, and sometimes it comes as a message to me from the Holy Spirit.
     One day in July of 2015, I was going through a particular trial.  I thought I had received guidance from the Lord on an issue, but the fiery darts of Satan were rampant, and I had gotten myself majorly confused.  I was heartbroken because of the shattered dream I held in my hands.
     I went to bed that night and woke up the next morning.  It was a bright and beautiful morning, and sunlight streamed in the window.  I got out of bed and began praising God for the beauty around me....when I suddenly remembered what had happened the night before.  Tears came to my eyes and poured down my cheeks as I fell to my knees, asking for His help.
     It was right after I fell to my knees that words began to come to me.  They were in the form of poetry, but they were not from me.  They were for me from Something higher than myself.

    "Dry your tears, My child;

Your days are not yet o'er.

Come to Me, My child,

For I am waiting at your door.

Give to Me, My child,

Your burdens and your fears.

I will wipe away

All your hurting are your tears.

I am here, My child,

To give you rest alone.

I am here, My child;

I have claimed you as My own.

Worry not, My child,

For I will guide your days.

Give it all to Me,

And I will light your way."