Fight Cries his Fist

A squeaky door makes

The nightmare of my bruised life

Sound like the ants in my

Cupboard going for their daily chores

He “I love you” sound

The hurricane of my soul

Withering away to hollow

Touches that turns

To musical notes on my flesh

Gazes at the mirror

And I ask

“just maybe I deserve it

He nods and says

“But i do love you”

LETTING GO!

God doesn’t make sense

To my human mind

In trouble waters

And He seizes to be my comfort

I find my own way through the pain

But if I could humble myself

I will see

His never changed

Holy is He that seats

On the throne

Crying when I cry

With arms stretched wild

And a vision of my

Changed life embracing me

Carried all my burdens

That is meant to be

Light in the exchange of His

I am lost in my grief

And I abandon the One

I need the most

Let me be saved

By the Redeemer

Who calls me by name

Amen amen amen