God's love was always a mystery -
For look at what I see:
nothing but curse and fire;
locked into a life of adversity.
The verses about His floodgates
never made sense to me.
For where is the balance
when trials are beyond necessity?
I never believed in blessings,
and chanted for strength to overcome.
Joy was simply abstract art;
a hope that I could keep from falling apart.
The reason the Lord was never enough,
is because I was unable to receive.
Now I pray for blessings,
and I am given more than I can believe.
RON HALE
FEBRUARY 10, 1996
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