Tuesday, March 25, 2008

When Trials Descend

It is said that into each life some rain must fall; this past week, our family has been hit with the equivalent of a tropical deluge. Ever present in our aching hearts and overwhelmed minds resounds the question of "Why?" Why this? Why was this allowed to happen? What possible good can come from trials of this nature? And so on . . .

I remember thinking something similar years ago while in college. At the time I was developing Type 1 diabetes, a life-altering condition. My father's health was also failing, and we nearly lost him that summer when his liver shut down.

I wrote a poem then that pretty well sums up what I'm feeling now. There is also a set of lyrics I wrote a couple of years ago that would also fit in here. May both inspire a sense of calming peace.

When Things Are Looking Darkest

When things are looking darkest
And there’s no light shining in
Don’t hang your head in sorrow
Don’t think that you can’t win
Hold on with true conviction
Don’t let your spirit die
Keep on reaching forward
Don’t be afraid to try
For soon the storm will lift
And the clouds will fade away
And the pain that you now feel
Will not forever stay
It too will disappear to be replaced with faith anew
And you will find the strength you need
Residing within you.

Cheri Jackson (This was written before I became a Crane)

Gilead’s Balm

1st: Today I said a heart-felt prayer
And found the Lord was truly there
To offer peace, sweet Gilead’s balm
Loving comfort, peaceful calm

Chorus: Though raging storms persist within
The needed healing will begin
Cling to hope when clouds descend
Calming peace without an end

2nd:Hope is real, and faith is sure
When tender hearts are tried and pure
The Refiner’s Fire burns, ‘tis true
Leaving diamonds among its residue

3rd: This day will pass, the night will cease
Grieving hearts will fill with peace
A new dawn breaks with beauty rare
Dispersing of our every care.

Cheri J. Crane—February 26, 2006


Tristi Pinkston said...

Cheri, I'm sorry to hear about this difficult time. Please know you are loved.

It was so nice to meet you this weekend -- I wish we'd had a minute to talk.

Shellie said...

Sorry you are going through hard times. Your poems are great though, I know the comforter is real.

Cheri J. Crane said...

Tristi---it was good to meet you in person, too. And I agree---it would've been nice to have had a chance to visit. My sister and I had to leave right after the banquet. Next time, eh? ;)

Shellie---thanks for the kind words. And you're right---the Comforter is real and that is what is getting us through.

Thank you both for your encouraging support.

Nancy said...

Thanks for sharing your poem and lyrics, Cheri. They're beautiful.


Cheri J. Crane said...

Thanks, Nancy. =) Next week will look better, eh?