The straw to bring a horrid fate
The last straw to be drawn
I always get the short one
It seems all hope is gone

The straw that broke the camel's back
The burdens are so great
It seems my weary struggling
Has no way to abate

Like a drowning woman
I grasp at straws that float
It seems that there's no liferaft
Let alone a boat

But as I reach for the flimsy reed
Of Faith on which to stand
Just as I'm about to sink
I'm holding a strong hand

The straw I thought so weak & frail
As it first appeared
Was the Hand of Jesus Christ

My Savior & my LORD


SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/21/2016