Pain Poem by Andrew W.K. Yip

I could feel Pain knocking on the wooden door -
Would she torture and torment once more?
I closed my eyes in fear of her pitiless face,
And cold sweat covered me as she entered my place.

Something was wrong and I could feel that Pain was near.
It's the tyranny of time that made torment so severe.
A blurred vision and the stinging thorns of Pain -
I cried out in agony and called out His name again.

Down all paths I could hear: "Pain is a shell that encloses understanding;
Down the depths of torment, a tough test of discipline awaiting."
Then a gentle voice I heard inviting: "My grace is sufficient for you."
Now Pain is gone for good and the difference is made too.

"But he said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.' Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me."
2 Corinthians 12: 9