It Was Pain

It was pain that pushed my pen

And released a poetic wind

It was pain that filled my cup

With sufferings to dine and sup.

It was pain that changed my route

To the appointed Heavenly map

It was pain that made me weep

Yet steered my wounded feet.

It was pain that pushed me near

To the Savior with my tears

And it was pain that took me deep

Into His heart to fully see.

It was pain I hated most

That took me places high

And pain that led my heart

To now go and rescue lives.