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You have no idea the relief it is When depression goes away Especially when I look back to remember Just how long it stayed. Years and years of medicines Though none really did the trick. I zoned out like a zombie, Or else they made me sick. I would cry myself to sleep at night and pray for death each day. I even thought to end it all But God had a better way. I stepped out of my comfort zone In obedience to Him; And immediately the depression left, I was no longer overwhelmed. It weighs you down so heavy That you’re buried in the pain. You hurt from all the aching Til you think you’re insane. So, when those imps of satan leave you It’s amazing how you feel; When God lift’s that crushing burden You know at once it’s real. No more thoughts of dying. I don’t cry myself to sleep I joy in all the promises I know that He will keep. And even though there’s hardships My spirit is at rest; With God, I am an over comer And through Him I am blessed. © 4/22/2013
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Aug 7, 2016
Aug 7, 2016 at 10:48 PM UTC
Free From Depression
You have no idea the relief it is When depression goes away Especially when I look back to remember Just how long it stayed. Years and years of medicines Though none really did the trick. I zoned out like a zombie, Or else they made me sick. I would cry myself to sleep at night and pray for death each day. I even thought to end it all But God had a better way. I stepped out of my comfort zone In obedience to Him; And immediately the depression left, I was no longer overwhelmed. It weighs you down so heavy That you’re buried in the pain. You hurt from all the aching Til you think you’re insane. So, when those imps of satan leave you It’s amazing how you feel; When God lift’s that crushing burden You know at once it’s real. No more thoughts of dying. I don’t cry myself to sleep I joy in all the promises I know that He will keep. And even though there’s hardships My spirit is at rest; With God, I am an over comer And through Him I am blessed. © 4/22/2013
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Aug 7, 2016 at 10:48 PM UTC
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