I finally figured out how to format these poem thingies better! Ironically, this may or may not be the last one. We’ll see where God takes my hand.
Keep going. It hurts but it will only last for a while. It doesn’t have to. It does. Pain is just a side effect. It will go away. And if it doesn’t? If it doesn’t go away, then just keep going. That’s all there is. What if there’s more? There can’t be more. That’ll be too much. Alone, alone, this is too much. Alone is more controlled. There’s no one else. There’s always someone else. What if they leave? What if they stay? What if they end up making things worse? What if they make them better? What if they end up in pain themselves? What if healing comes to all involved? How can more people make this better? How is pride and self-sufficiency going to make things better? Things are more controlled this way. But there’s no control now. No control is more pain. That’s why it hurts! Is it? The lack of control is painful or is the situation painful? Everything hurts! Everything is painful! It doesn’t have to be. Ask for help. What if asking for help only makes things worse? What if things just stay the same? What if they end up mad? What if things never get better no matter what? Either dig a grave of what ifs or outstretch a hurting hand alive.
But God had mercy on me so that Christ Jesus could use me as a prime example of His great patience with even the worst sinners. Then others will realize that they, too, can believe in Him and receive eternal life.1 Timothy 1:16 NLT