Slayings

hanging on till Trials are over,

holding strong to truths I know.

pulling up by the strength of another,

stretching forward to faith anew.

shaking muscles quiver, 

while hands are bloody and worn,

face is tightening, while eyes are straining,

to see the one who is bloody and torn.

soon the vista has come into view,

seeing Him who slays anew.

my savior's face with wounds and scars,

reminds me suffering was not just ours.

how could it be that I cry not fair?

when He who cast His glory by,

did so for me and went to die.

with blood and water, scorn and wrath,

faithful always towards the Father's eye.

my trials aren't over, they may never be,

but this child of His, will ever be,

 content to see the idols broken, 

and worship Him.....who yet slays me. 

"Though He slay me yet will I trust Him."  Job 13:15