The Woodshed Of Love

The woodshed of suffering, so warm and aglow,
A place where God takes us, to help us know.
His child can't continue, to live in his sin,
The purpose for pain, is to cleanse us within.

The rod that is used, is filled with His Love,
Designed by God's hands, from Heaven above.
You might ask, "Why my Lord, is my suffering so great?
When my sins could be cleansed, without such a rate."

But God just continues, along that cold path,
Knowing that our needs, are memories that will last.
The moon barely shining, a cold cloudy night,
He brings His rod closer, then swings with His might.

The pain sometimes seems, unbearable to me,
At times I have questioned, "Does He really love me.
But just as I feel, like this is the end.
My Father of Love, holds me close from within.

He dries my swelled eyes, filled with purified tears,
But my memories of suffering, will last many years.
I'll always be grateful, for what I've been through,
In the woodshed of Love, made for me and for you.

Tammie Leewright © 1997

Dear Lord,
May we realize the purpose of this kind of suffering and openly receive the blessings it brings.
Love, Tammie
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