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Sep 2013
Life is a journey on a path or a road,

Bearing the weight of our sin's heavy load.

Long days and even longer nights

So many miles and no end in sight.

"Failure" "give up" your sins seem to call

I stumble and collapse from the weight of it all.



The darkness creeps and in and silence is deafening,

Lying there cold and alone fearing God's reckoning

At the bottom of the pit I hear someone say:

"Come, follow me, and I'll show you the way!

I've been here before and I've learned the way out"

He said, "Son, pray with me. It works; do not doubt"



So we sat and we talked, we laughed and we cried

We prayed for a while, I felt better inside.

A feeling swept over; brought me down to my knees

Slowly I felt a soft, quiet breeze.

Strong gentle hands on my shoulders with love

Warming, glowing; like the sun high above.

Resting his hands there another moment he said

"Rejoice! You are alive, no longer dead!

Rise to your feet, go now: be strong,

And remember what you have learned from this day on."



In a flash of white light the man did depart

Remembering his words, I held them close to my heart.

I whispered a "Thank You" and walked along

Singing to myself a happy-like song.

Smooth was the journey, for a time

The peace and ease was so sublime



Yet what should I now come across

But open water too deep and far to cross.

A small boat harbored on the rocky coast:

The thing that I would need the most



Miles at sea; moving slow and lazy

Hours of nothing, the air grows hazy.

Lids are heavy, body is stone

Taken by sleep. It's will against my own.

I awake to see the night purest black

Lightning blinds and thunder crack!

The water roils and the wind loudly screams,

Pinching myself: this is no dream!



The boat pitches madly I am thrown into the ocean,

My screams are drowned and futile are my motions.

My eyes are getting dim, the world fading fast

"Is this it? Is this the end at last?"



Something grabs me strong and steady

Pulling me to safety when things got heady.

The storm raged on all around

They hold me close till I settle down.



"Why do you tremble? Why do you fear?

Take heart! Have faith! I am always here.

All this is mine and under my command

I will keep you safe, but you must also understand:

Sometimes the storms I will call to cease,

And, at times, it is you I will calm and give you peace."



Through the fog, a lighthouse beacon shone bright,

Guiding me to safety out of the darkest night.

The light of love, of hope, and prayer

Although ever present, I'm not always aware:

Of the countless faithful people who have walked the path You trod

And who, everyday help me in MY walk with GOD!
Written by
showyoulove  34/M/Illinois, United States
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