My grandpa, when he was alive, was known amongst my family for his poems... Lately for some bizarre reason I have had this urge to write some... I don't know why... Maybe its because I've had an onslaught of emotions and its a way for me to express myself... I don't know... but I thought I'd write down my most recent...
-This oppressed rest...
It's more than I can bare...
I try to fight it, claw at it, tear...
To no avail...
This monster is stronger than I...
I'm afraid he might prevail...
-He is the almighty, the one that knows all...
The one that is there to catch you when you fall...
No matter the struggle, no matter the sin...
He'll always be there to help you become whole again...
About Me
- mb
- Church is #1 in my life. Im not a good blogger, I don't know what I'm doing. I absolutely love school its the best.
2 comments:
And even if we yell and fight
Our broken heart must be contrite
So we think about our choices few
And contemplate submission to do
The will of the Father, the work of the Son
A priceless gift to be undoubtedly won
But first comes pain and hurt and tears
Until at last He's conquered our fears
And we can rise and know we stand
With the Master, hand in hand
love you mb.
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