Games People Play

Joan Clifton Costner

Pain that cuts without incision,

Tears that fall from depths within;

Blows that make a strong heart stagger

Brought about by just a whim.

Silent actions with their dagger

Aimed at qualities I love;

These developed from a lifetime

To take safely home above.

I must put aside my teardrops,

Wash the crimson blood away

And prepare for yet another

Fresh assault again today.

Are these only from the tempter

Fiery darts to brush aside?

When they feel like they’ll be numbered

With the giants of my life?

I’m not nursing my inflictions

To expand to life time threats;

I am buffing up the edges,

Not to fill life with regrets.

For the torturous pain I suffer

Is no different than He felt,

When the garden, ( sweetest chapel)

Must consume the blood that fell.

Love is measured by surrender,

Splendid covering for our flaws;

Good outdoing all the evil

Planned ignoring God’s pure law.

He will aid with my recovery -

Teaching me in every way

Wisdom, as I seek the precious

Plan to follow every day.

Then, at last when I surrender

Open my eyes forevermore;

I will reap rewards for seeking

His way on this foreign shore.

I trust Jesus as I travel

Through this barren, thirsty land.

I’ll be grateful (even in Heaven)

I could always feel His hand.

© 2007 by Joan Clifton Costner

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