I keep forgetting to post, therefore I am a horrible human being. I just haven't felt inspired lately. Oh well. Here is the drudge that was running through my mind last night as i tried to pay attention to a sermon meant for a 16 year old:
"Life"
Purple fingers, clod hands
grips the life within me
and refuses to let go
for fear of life ending.
What am I afraid of?
Why won't I let go of
what has deceived me
so many times before?
this life has hurt me
and lied to me so
cruelly, yet I continue
to hold on.
But what else is there?
God says to hold on to
Him, but I just don't
know how to hold on
to something I can't see.
God promises to never let
go, and I want to believe,
but this world is so enticing,
so tempting.
It calls to me, so warm, and
so inviting, yet I know
its just a facade, a lie
to draw me to destruction.
I need to have a faith
that excites me, lights
a fire in the very depths
of my inner self...
Comments (2)
@uwrote - too true...