It Pains To Follow God Poem by Christen Kuikoua

Oh Lord, how it pains to follow the heart of Your will,
for Your ways are narrow, and Your call is costly.

Yet Your mercy strengthens the weak,
and Your hand upholds those who do not turn back.

To follow You is sacrifice,
but to reach the end is grace.

For none can walk this road apart from You,
and none can endure without Your Spirit within.

Yes, it pains to follow Christ,
but oh, it is worth it.

For to live is Christ,
and to die is gain.

What can a man give for his soul?
Nothing.

For freely You gave, O Lord,
and freely must we receive.

Let the nations hear and tremble,
for You, O God, are righteous.

He who sows death will reap the grave;
he who plants deceit will harvest sorrow.

But those who follow the Lamb
though they lose all
shall inherit life that never fades.

The path of Christ is marked with pain:
loneliness, rejection, and fire.

Yet even in the furnace, You are near,
and in the storm, You whisper peace.

The world sells vanity at a costly price,
but truth is the gift of the humble.

Many buy the pleasures of earth,
and in doing so, purchase their own ruin.

But those who obey will never be last,
and those who follow will never be lost.

For the Lamb of God leads His own,
through suffering into glory.

Teach my heart, O Lord,
to follow even when it hurts,
to trust even when I cannot see.

For it pains to follow yes, it pains
but it is worth every tear, every trial, every loss.

Blessed be the one who walked before us,
the Lamb who bore our pain,
and made our cross a crown.
Our Lord and savior Jesus Christ

Amen