Guests by Martha Snell Nicholson


Pain knocked upon my door and said
That she had come to stay;
And though I would not welcome her
But bade her go away,

She entered in. Like my own shade
She followed after me,
And from her stabbing, stinging sword
No moment was I free.

And then one day another knocked
Most gently at my door.
I cried, “No, Pain is living here,
There is no room for more”.

And then I heard His tender voice,
” ‘Tis I, be not afraid”.
And from the day He entered in —
The difference it made!

For though He did not bid her leave,
(My strange, unwelcome guest,)
He taught me how to live with her.
Oh, I had never guessed

That we could dwell so sweetly here,
My Lord and Pain and I,
Within this fragile house of clay
While years slip slowly by!

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One Response to Guests by Martha Snell Nicholson

  1. James Murdoch says:

    Since 1987 I have lived with chronic low back pain and mobility problems. In November 1989 I almost gave up on life but God’s? presence is very real.
    This poem ‘Guests’ expresses my experience so well.

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