Pain Is A Teacher

The weight of life’s pain,
Can obfuscate and hide,
The true nature of our Lord,
In whom love does abide.

But pain is a teacher too;
A gift sent to mend,
The bond with our Creator,
Which our sin did rend.

When we prosper it is tough,
To glimpse beyond the veil.
We often fail to see,
How earthly success does not avail.

Comfort and health are good,
But we must learn of the fall.
For once this life is over,
Our eternal fate will then befall.

Pain helps us to learn,
Something’s not quite right.
This world is full of darkness,
And our heart’s absent of Light.

As suffering comes we look around,
For something to hold us fast.
When sorrow and pain abound,
It’s then we see that we won’t last.

For no matter what we do,
All go to the grave.
No amount of health and wealth,
Will our sinful souls save.

Prosperity’s an illusion,
For those who on earth dwell;
A dangerous delusion,
That’s led many a soul to hell.

Please don’t misunderstand me,
For these things can do much good.
But they make it hard to see,
Why Jesus was nailed to wood.

Pain, it is a gift;
A present strangely wrapped.
It helps us see the fetters,
That round our wrists are strapped.

When we see that we,
Are born slaves to sin and death,
Then we understand the fee,
Jesus paid with His breath.

When He shouted, “It is finished!”,
And descended to the grave,
He fully paid our debt for sin,
In love for our souls to save.

He rose back up three days later,
For death could not hold Him down.
Though once adorned with thorn and splinter,
He now sits in heaven, crowned.

Thank you dear Lord Jesus,
My good and loving King.
Thank for the thorns,
That have taught my heart to sing.

King Jesus you are worthy,
Of praise in all life’s storms.
By Your Spirit lead and guide me,
As my heart submits to Your reforms.