Now as I lay awake in agony at 3am, having taken every prescription and non-prescription painkiller I can get my hands on - as well as a bunch of sleeping pills (I just want to sleep), I'm thinking "Who sent me?"
Tell the truth I could have lived with the minor discomfort of them burrowing themselves into my molars compared to this. At least I had my sleep.
So now as I lay awake, I'm contemplating pain
Pain
What is pain?
I don't know anymore
At present moment I would tell you
It is the throbbing in the back of my mouth
The sharp piercing in my skull
The numbness in my lip
But what is true pain?
You see I never felt the pangs of a Rwandan boy
On his 12th day without food or clean water
Never been whipped because of the color of my skin
Never hung on a cross...
What is my pain
In comparison to the woman raped fifty yards from her front door
The boy molested by the leaders he trusted
Where does my pain lie on the scale
I mean I'm sure it would pale
In parallel to the man kept away from his family and tortured
For having the nerve to grow a beard and rock a turban
My pain is trivial
So it blows my mind to discover that Christ weeps at my pain
His love, His sacrifice so complete that it covers this little toothache
My rest is guaranteed in Him so why do I fret that sleep won't come?
....Got stuck here. Not my best work, but I'll finish it as I'm inspired
God bless
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