A Devotional Prayer expressed in poem.This is his current dealings in our lives.We bless Him for all that He sends, to conform us to His image.DmThe Hidden Purpose by Alan MartinPeace was not His purposeHis instrument was painA regimented sufferingdesigned to increase strainI tried to comprehend itin vain to understandthe more I sought the truth to graspit slipped right through my handLoneliness and sorrowbecame familiar friendHis answer to my fainting cry,"Endure unto the end"What was His aim I mutteredwith hope and vision dimI thought that my surrenderwould make me more like HimThen suddenly I saw ita figure bruised and marredbeyond all recognitiona body ugly scarredAnd with my moist eyes gazingthe dawning light did seeHis still voice broke the silence"You asked to be like Me"
