Wounded Ones

This poem is about the past, of tug- of -wars that went on inside me. The Lord was pulling for me, but I had to choose which side I was going to be on. I've known wounded ones, with no where to go,
I must help them out, through their unfortunate woes.
They make you feel gorgeous with the right things they say,
they enter your heart, and they consume you all day.
Their empathy is strong, it makes you weak,
they got you good, and there's no one else you seek.
It feels so good, could this be true?
God says no, he's not for you.
He's got a hold on you, you gotta let go,
But what will he do Lord, where will he go?
I'll take care of him, he'll be okay, hold my hand, lets walk the other way.
My feelings say yes, but God says no,
I must decide, which way to go.
The battle is strong, it's at it's high,
it hurts so bad, that I start to cry.
I have to choose, I've been through this before,
last time I chose feelings, but not anymore.
I know from the past, when feelings got her way,
it caused so much destruction, with not just me to pay.
So I reject my feelings, I know this is right,
I walk by faith now, and not by sight.
I trust you Lord, I'll hold your hand,
so You can guide me into, my promised land.

When I look back, I'm SO thankful for all God's "No's". Because now I know, that all along, He had something better planned for me!


Jeremiah 29:11
For now I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the Lord, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end.