Bekah Hamrick Martin
Abbie Miller
by BJ Hamrick, RTF Staff Writer
Crumpled and lost
In a new world
The wind blows hard
I’m tossed and hurled
Wasn’t it best
How I used to be
With legs to crawl
And eyes to see?
What are these frail
And aching things?
I call them pain
You call them wings
I wrote this in an e-mail to a friend one late night. I was struggling because I’d cried out to God so many times to heal me, and yet all of Heaven seemed silent. Then God reached down into my heart and showed me that the sickness I thought was tying me down, was the thing He was using to help me fly to new heights in my relationship with Him.
7 Responses to “real poem: Wings”
| 1 | Lynn Mosher says: | Feb 17, 2009 @ 11:21am |
Oh, BJ! This is so awesome. In just a few short words, you’ve encapsulated one of God’s truths. May the Lord bless you.
| 3 | BJ Hamrick says: | Feb 18, 2009 @ 2:30pm |
Thanks, guys! 
I appreciate your kindness.
| 4 | Hannah says: | Feb 21, 2009 @ 6:01pm |
Wow. That’s a deep truth in a short poem. Very thought provoking. Thank you for sharing this from your heart!:)
| 5 | BJ Hamrick says: | Feb 23, 2009 @ 8:08pm |
Thanks, Hannah!
| 6 | George says: | Mar 12, 2009 @ 11:30am |
I really needed to hear that today – thanks heaps for posting.
My sickness can really get me down sometimes, but its the little things like this beautiful poem that can re-focus your perspective.
God Bless You!