A Paradoxical Poem

We are afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed, but not driven to despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed; always carrying in the body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be manifested in our bodies.  For we who live are always being given over to death for Jesus’ sake, so that the life of Jesus also may be manifested in our mortal flesh. So death is at work in us, but life in you. | 2 Corinthians 4:8-12

Joy and sorrow, fire and ice.
Opposites may attract,
But how can they play nice?
Life and death will interact.

So many things splitting at the seams
Is this life really filled with such pain?
We hope that everything is a dream.
We cry out, “Why?” “What is there to gain?”

One second, I am reveling in Your peace.
My eyes stray, and I fall into the water.
Creatures pull me deeper into the abyss,
YET Your hand always rescues when I falter.

Even in the midst of crying and sorrow,
Hope continues to spring and leap!
Death is forgotten tomorrow,
Because the Shepherd died for all of His sheep.

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