I stand on a box.
Yet, I am boxed in.
My mind rails at LIFE
for it's unfairness.
My-heart sees-the choi-ces
made-and takes-full
re-spons-i-bil-i-ty.
My tongue wags like some
dog's tail, muscling words
to fit, my excuses.
For failure, for giving up and giving in
without a fight, for all things that are
crowding out that; which will refresh me.
For complicating the simplest of truths.
Even though I am more, than down in dumps,
for when I look UP, I see the underside of deep,
dark depression. Self-pity is the acid that eats away at
the three-ropes-braided anchoring my climb out and
away. My strength to continue; is waning, My will
to succeed has flown, chased by a murder of crows.
My faith..........my faith
IS what remains. It IS the eternal currency,
I have banked my hope in. I wanted to be as
solid as that rejected ...
cornerstone.
Yet my flesh is: soft with age,
filled with weakness,
infected with moral maladies.
I sin.
Yet.... I am forgiven;
I am still loved,
I am still accepted,
simply this TRUTH
has set me free.
Hallelujah Jesus Hallelujah
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