My Strength
By: Elaina Grace Morgan
It's days like this that I want to climb back into..
Bed,
And give way to the..
End.
Because I feel there's no..
End
When depression's kicking..
In.
But what keeps me going isn't looking at the now, but the..
End
If I keep on going instead of giving..
In.
The Lord is my shepherd. I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green..
Pastures.
He heals all the brokenness, bruises, and..
Fractures
Of a wounded heart.
A..
Preacher.
A..
Teacher,
He leads me, an undeserving..
Creature
Beside still waters.
He restores my..
Soul.
Replaces the broken with something new and..
Whole.
So that I can get up and enjoy a sunny..
Day.
In actuality any..
Day
The Lord has made.
And when pain comes in the night.
All I have to do is fight
To reach the joy that comes in the..
Morning
And to give sincere thanks in the midst of my..
Mourning.
This is an absolutely beautiful, evocative poem! I love it! Thank you so much for sharing it, and keep on writing. You have a beautiful talent!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Ruth! God bless you and thank you so much for your encouragement.
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