An ever present burden weighing down my soul like an anvil on a feather.
I am stuck and immobile whilst others laugh, play and live it up
(or at the very least, choke and sputter along).
Deaf and dumb to the world around me,
all I see are plagues tearing up my soul,
giving me hives, careening me out of control
(yada yada, I could go on...).
But as I look up to the clouds and the moon, the sun and the stars,
I am reminded of angels and miracles, of heaven and an empty tomb
and remember there is a whole other blessed dimension to this life,
a reality that lends a patient hand to the struggling soul and holds on tight
while they wriggle and worm their way out of trouble...
(that would be me officer)
and so it is.
Friday, March 14, 2014
Through many perils have I come,
mind and soul almost undone.
A feverish pitch of fear I had,
a lengthy battle, I was nigh mad.
But then He rode in on an "ass",
and I no longer was harassed.
He came and offered me a crown
of roses for my devils frown.
I gladly swiped the gloom for joy,
felt I had found a brand new toy.
We danced and sang and spun around
a fresh momentum I had found.
I loved this Man this new found friend,
who held my heart and who did mend
the pain, the hurt, the wretched fear
that held me back for all those years.
And so dear friends, some young some old,
this is my story:
God is gold.