Pattern  of  Pain 




As I slept, I wept.

For even in sleep,

Sin is doing its work.


When I wake, Iím filled with hate,

For the sin has built out its plan.


Itís time to stop

This conveyor belt from Hell.

Reverse this machine of thought,

Remove this pattern of pain,

Bring God into your life.


With Jesus, I rest.

His Spirit gives me dreams of peace

Throughout the night.


In Christ, my dayís just right,

For His thoughts have

Prepared me in advance.


My cargoís now loaded from Heaven

And carried by God.

Turn up the power!

Godís in control.



Pattern of Pain by Ronhales                                                                                                                                            Psalm 4:8

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