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Hannah Bratrud Jan 2020
Knowing that you love me, I doubt you still, even though you say "rest, for all will be well." Your dedication to me is real, so why do I act as if it were fake? I go about my Christian life treating it like some game. I let go of sin, only to grab back on. I am weak and I cannot survive long. Your presence is what I need, but I hide myself from thee and my pitiful self cannot compare to your radiant glory. I say I'm not alone yet I cry out "are you there?" I melt into a puddle of sorrows though I say I don't care. My heart is tender despite how I say I can handle pain, I watch as sand fills the bottom of the hour glass and I value every grain. My time is limited I say, so I lock myself in my room and pray, but how often I must **** my flesh to be only "spiritually okay." I don't boast about my wholeness because I am too broken to lie, yet I laugh and smile and say everything's alright.
I can rest now, for my heart have vented enough, though enduring life is difficult and sometimes living really *****. knowing that you love me, I am asking to be filled, but you say "Rest now my child, for all will be well."
Hannah Bratrud Dec 2019
I’m gonna fight until we have victory, I’m not letting you fall down easily.
Its pains me, but with a heavy heart I fight and I’m not giving up until I see daylight.
I’ll take my pain and I’ll use it as fuel, I’m fighting because I know your worth more than jewels.
I’m gonna cry, but I’m gonna cry tears of joy too. I'm doing this for the good of the world, I’m doing this for you.
Oh what a mighty weapon you’ll be once your repaired, I’m gonna fight till’ heaven comes and I will not be scared.
I raise my sword, I scream my battle cry. I won’t back down until I die.
What a beautiful weapon you’ll be. . . and how many defeats we’ll win. I'm fighting for the good of the world and I’ll do it over and over again.
I am not gonna let you die, your going to be fully healed, though my heart was stabbed and on my knees I kneeled, but with one hand I hold my heart and with the other I fight my part.
My days are long and my soul is weary, but I will never cease until we have victory.
Hannah Bratrud Jan 2020
I stumble as my feet attempt to take the next step, weary and tired
My Lord softly gazed at His servant and says "Walk through the fire"
My knees suddenly give way and I fall into the flames
My soul screams in agony as I try to escape
Tears run from my eyes and commit suicide
They freely drop into the scorching heat
The fire grows hotter and consumes me
"All for your good. . ." I hear the words echo in my head
"Trials will prepare you for the final tests. . ."
I drag my helpless body across the searing coals
My flesh begins to die and my spirit gains control
One last push and I have reached the end. . .
Then my Lord quietly asks "Can you do it again?"

— The End —