Poem: "When It Rains, It Pours"

Discussion in 'Spirituality/Worship' started by PoimaeHopkins, Jun 21, 2007.

  1. PoimaeHopkins

    PoimaeHopkins New Member

    When It Rains It Pours
    By Creth D Hopkins

    The ache begins in the joints,
    And it soon becomes a throbbing pain.
    No need to look out the window to see
    That sure enough, it’s going to rain.

    The migraine begins its painful throb,
    Like a nail being driven into the brain.
    My vision blurs, the pressure increases,
    Sure, enough, it’s going to rain.

    Spikes of pain find their mark
    My hips are soon crippled and lame.
    My legs are conduits of blazing flame,
    It’s time, again, for it to rain.

    “When it rains, it pours” refers not to weather alone,
    But to all the torment that violates my frame.
    Too soon are my resources depleted,
    And I am left defenseless in the rain.

    In times like these when all strength is drained
    I look to my Savior, His promises I claim.
    “I shall never leave you nor forsake you,
    As you go through these showers of pain.

    “I know what it is like – this unending torment,
    The way it courses through sinew and limb.
    Yet, pain alone, was not what I bore for you,
    I also was bathed in all of your sin.”

    In these showers of flame I learn the truth,
    How my Jesus loves me so.
    He took it all – both sin and pain,
    In my place, to the Cross He did go.

    In a mysterious way He takes the rain
    And makes them His blessings for me.
    For with each drop He teaches me now
    Of His great love He has for me.

    The rains will come, but they also will go.
    It is but a moment, this affliction I bear.
    By God’s grace I shall surely endure,
    His great love, I will forever declare.

    - 2007
  2. PoimaeHopkins

    PoimaeHopkins New Member

    Tiggy,
    I don't know what part of the world you call home, but here in Pawhuska, Oklahoma, we have had rain almost every day for the last three weeks!

    It has been a "bummer."

    Thank you for your encouraging words. It is when I am going through the furnace of affliction that the Lord separates the dross of my humanity from the prompting of the Holy Spirit; and when He has me prepared by the flames, the poems just flow. I simply write down what I receive from Him. I cannot take any credit for it. Any errors are mine, that which is a blessing to others comes from our Lord.

    Soli Deo Gloria!

    Poimae
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    PoimaeHopkins New Member

    Dear Friend,

    You have touched me with your kind remarks concerning my poems. It is for two reasons that I write my poetry:

    1. To glorify my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.

    2. To minister hope and encouragement to the Body of Christ in particular, and to the whole of humanity in general.

    My qualifications I carry are the pain and suffering I bear via FMS, paralysis, IBS, GERD, PTSD, two heart attacks, and war wounds both physical and mental. Through these flames, my poems and writings flow like so much gold from the Treasury of Heaven. I write to glorify my God, Who by His grace enables me to do so. All the pain and suffering I daily live with is little price for the comfort and joy, instruction and inspiration that comes to the reader.

    Like so many on this Board, I am learning that "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me."(Php 4:13)

    One day I shall publish all my work in hardback copy; until that day, I shall continue to publish them -one at a time - here on this board and on the FMS Community site.

    May God richly bless you is my constant prayer.

    Poimae