I wrote this poem this afternoon. It is written for a friend going through some hard times. I pray that it brings her comfort and the words of God will bless sooth her heart.
The walls around me tumble down,
A blow to my head and my heart with every brick that falls,
Trapped beneath the rubble,
Suffocating alone.
But your hand it reaches out to me,
You pull away the rocks and you clear the dust,
A crack of light shines in this ocean of darkness.
You call to me,
Willing me to take your hand,
Desperate to pull me out from this pit of destruction.
I hold out my hand,
But I can not reach,
‘A little further’ you call, ‘just a little further’,
I push away from the things that are strangling me and I grasp your hand,
‘A little tighter’ I hear you say,
‘A little tighter and I can pull you out’.
I squeeze your hand with all my might,
You kiss it, and place your other hand over mine,
Gently, ever so gently, but with a force I can not explain – you pull me out,
I stumble over the debris,
But I do not fall,
For your hand guides me to safety,
When I get tired and weary and I just can’t go on,
You whisper to me ‘Lean on me child, let me be your strength’
Together we walk,
With you I am not afraid,
For I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength.
No comments:
Post a Comment