HURT TO HEAL

Tammy was given this poem by a friend. I pray it will touch you also.

HURT TO HEAL

I cried, "Lord, use me!"
He answered, "Wait."
Then came the hurt.
Loneliness--I walked through desolation
to share His fellowship.
Doubt--I wept through despair to seek His faith.
Fear--I wrestled through darkness to seize His Freedom.
And the Balm of Gilead flowed into the depths of my soul.
It cleansed;
It soothed;
It healed.
Again I cried, "Lord, use me!"
This time He answered, "Go!"
"I send you forth to heal. Walk with the lonely--
share with them my fellowship.
Weep with the despairing--seek with them My faith.
Wrestle withe the fearful--seize with them My freedom.
And the Balm of Gilead will flow into the depths of their souls.
It will cleanse;
It will soothe;
It will heal."

He spoke again: "My child, I spared you no hurt--
that I might use you to heal.

By: Peggie C. Bohanon