Poems from a Pruning Season

Poems from a Pruning Season

Rena Bierman moved to Cochrane and began attending Cochrane Alliance Church in the fall of 2008. This was her first move after 40 years of marriage as she was dealing with the death of her husband Doug and learning to live on her own.

She didn't begin to write poetry until a year following Doug's death. As she read God's Word and sought His comfort, her prayers took on the form of poetry.  She presented a particular problem to Jesus and by the end of the poem, He gave the solution. None of these poems were planned: they just came.

The following 2 peoms were written by Rena and are representative of over 20 poems she wrote during this John 15 pruning season. 

We apprecite Rena's willingness to share her journey and her poetry with us.

My Season of Sorrow

My season of sorrow
Has been my faithful classroom;
And in that room
Is the presence of my Teacher.
Blessed Holy Spirit. 

As I have surrendered
To learn from Him,
It has been amplified in my mind
That I’m wrestling with love. 

I’ve lost from this world
The gift of love from my darling-
                Said good-bye,
                One last kiss
                One last embrace
                The clasp of a still warm hand—
I’ll take this up again in eternity. 

Since that scene
My affection has been refocused.
All my life long my God
Has waited
And yearned 
To have my full attention. 

Not until my darling left
For the wonders of heaven and Christ-
Did I engage my sight,
My heart, my mind
And my strength fully on my Saviour...
Nothing between. 

Sorrow and desperation drove me
To His embrace.
I go there weak, faint and unsteady.
But here’s the mystery! 

The longer I remain
I sense with more clarity-
His precious voice in my ear,
His tender hand upon me
And his strength flowing through me.
Joy returns!
I have become:
I am, 
His captive.

The Branch and the Vinedresser 

Your supremacy and majesty
Oh my God and King
Is far beyond my comprehension!  

My lowly estate
Is less than I
Have the wisdom to understand.  

But You Lord,
Considered me worthy
Of Your precious life for mine.  

How can I love 
One such as You Jesus?
You are my all, my everything!  

What can I offer
Except a pure, willing heart?
So easy to say,
So impossible to do without You.
I’m weak and distressed,
I’m so imperfect.

You have softened my heart so
I can hardly breathe
With the thought of offending Your holy plan.
I can't resist You!
Give me the wisdom to exploit the pain
To nurture Your fruit.  

Prune from my heart and my desire
All that would keep me
From pressing close to Your side—
Where there is warmth,
Where there is safety,
Where there is peace,
Where there is joy,
Where courage grows bold.  

It’s here that I know
You delight in me Lord.
You’ve narrowed my path,
And focused my vision.  

My God pursues me night and day!
The Messiah, Redeemer,
Perfecter of my heart.