The Point of Breaking

I’ve reached the point of breaking,
And been driven well beyond its bounds.
My chest is weak and head is aching;
Ever nipping at my heels are despair’s hounds.

The days of pain turn into weeks,
And the weeks soon become years.
Through infirmity’s troughs and peaks,
I’ve shed many tears.

Perhaps in this slice of my story,
You hear some echoes of your own.
Throughout all of human history,
Many, worse lots than mine, have known.

Let us take our questions,
And seek answers from the Ancient of Days.
He reveals not all but does give lessons,
For He’s gracious in all of His ways.

First, why does suffering exist?
Is this the fault of God?
No, it’s because we all insist,
In sinning, so with sin we’re shod.

God is the Source of life and light,
And so in rejecting Him,
We shouldn’t be surprised to find that night,
Surrounds us with oppressive darkness grim.

The real question is why,
Is there any good down here at all?
If for sin all deserve to die,
Shouldn’t only horrors, us, befall?

Yet there is common grace,
Rained down on us who dwell below.
God still shines on us His face,
And favorable winds often times blow.

Much more needs be said,
On the topic of, “Why Pain?”,
But for now let’s end with how God bled,
To cleanse us of our filthy stain.

God has not remained aloof,
And indifferent to our condition.
For this statement I present this proof:
He, Jesus, came to us on a rescue mission.

Next time we ask, “Why God?”,
We’d do well to ask Him, “Why You?”.
Why was He with our sin shod?
He didn’t have to, this, go through.

We’ve been born in a broken world,
But to rescue us God was killed.
On Christ our punishment was hurled,
As His precious blood was spilled.

But Jesus rose from the grave,
And His heart is full of love.
All who trust Him will be forgave,
And raised to dwell with Him above.

To Him take your complaints,
And know one day all will be well.
Soon we’ll know life free of sin’s restraints,
And in matchless splendor dwell.