Reign, Rein, Rain
by Jan Ackerson
Reign
in me—
Lord, I would be queen of my own heart.
The power—mine; mine the acclaim,
Mine the moat. I would deny entrance
To pain:
No matter that grace is equally denied.
O, be my King!
Give me the pain, that I might know the grace.
Rein me in—
Lord, I would run wild, untamed.
Without direction, I gallop, I toss my head, I nicker,
I am free.
I am lost.
Ensnared in brambles, trapped in a barren place:
O, lead me home!
I welcome the bit, the bridle, the reins:
Guide me to water, to rest.
Rain on me—
Lord, I would dwell in sunshine only,
Petals facing the light.
Yet hard-packed is the soil, and dry;
No room for roots--no room.
O, open a cloud!
I embrace each squall, each sleety trial.
Mixed with the drops of sorrow: drops of mercy—
I grasp the moistened earth.
Grant me more storms, that I might grow.
About the Author
Jan Ackerson is a Christian who has traveled though sorrow and depression, and has found victory and grace. She dedicates all writings to her Heavenly Father. Contact Jan for writing projects at jackerso@remc11.k12.mi.us
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