In the midst of the storm,
In the midst of the battle,
I realized the pain and the antagonizing struggle.
Sacrifices made with heartbroken decisions.
None of this was planned or foreseen in a vision.
It's easy to hope when you've pondered up a plan.
Believing in things you already understand.
Try hoping for something that's made out of nothing.
Faith was the foundation and for a while the only substance.
Doubt flooded my mind causing all sorts of confusion.
I questioned my ability and wondered, why am I losing?
For a while, I held on loosely to the tread.
Struggling every morning, forcing myself out of bed.
At this point, I was wounded in my spirit.
If you listen really closely only then did you hear it.
I rarely prayed because when I did, I saw no answer.
After a while I felt my hope didn't matter.
"God's forsaken me for the sins that I've committed"
Some sins so deep I try to block the thought that I did it.
But after all the fighting and the rounds have been shot.
God has blessed me and set me up for the top.
He healed all my wounds and gave me muscles of destruction.
A character built on faith and desperation.
Now I'm fighting battles with my armor that I've been given.
Thank you Lord for not leaving me forsaken.
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