"predicaments" poems
There's an item that's truly essential
Of a roughly cylindrical frame
It's a marvel of modern invention
And a legend it duly became
It surpasses the birth of electric
And eclipses the slicing of bread
If it wasn't for this innovation
Then I think I would surely be dead
Oh, Gaffer-tape, Gaffer-tape
Stick with me
Fix my wardrobe
Effortlessly
Hold up the curtains
Wax my thighs
Gaffer-tape Gaffer-tape
Improvise
It's useful for picking up hamsters
And it serves as a passable tie
As a gag for a amateur gangster
Or the crust of a blueberry pie
For a mite of podiatry pleasure
You can use it for mending your socks
If Pandora had come up against it
Then she'd never have opened her box
Oh, Gaffer-tape, Gaffer-tape
Holding fast
Adhesive savior
Unsurpassed
Smooth as mirror glass
Diamond tough
Gaffer-tape, Gaffer-tape
Marvelous stuff
It's bringing our nations together
And it's holding them firmly in place
You can use it to pull back your wrinkles
For a genuine Hollywood face
It'd surely have saved the Titanic
And they took seven rolls to the moon
Keep it near and be calm in a crisis
And predicaments inopportune
Oh, Gaffer-tape, Gaffer-tape
Mending sails
If you're tired
Of hammering nails
Buy some now
It's a thing to behold
Gaffer-tape, Gaffer-tape
Solid gold
Mar 6, 2013
Mar 6, 2013 at 7:57 PM UTC
look me in the eye and tell me that you love me
or was it all a sad story that you unconsciously believed
while you raided the fridge and fornicated wildly
too late is not really an acceptable position
and later on is usually an example of indecision
and sometimes specimens reject their predicaments
especially if they are eventually going to be your dinner
i am sure that i am here to usher in a new authority
resurrected like a phoenix i must be stronger than before
so even if forever is often equivalent to never
and september is the month of seven (or was it nine) serpents
that are to be reborn in the dawn of Time's obsidian
as our minds have spent oblivion in the forges
of turgidly engorged shores, torn from their former continents
as forms are always gripped in hands who choose intolerance
take administrators, lawyers, bureaucrats and clerks;
as examples of this; par excellence
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 3:21 PM UTC
As I sit and ponder, My mind begins to wander, here are my thoughts:
Mainly at night, as I look at life, "What is it?"
Is destiny just everything between life and death, or are we put in the positions of predicaments for a purpose:
Are poor single mothers and fathers given such a path so they may teach their children to live a lonely life; or,
to show them how to get out of that life?
Convicts, are they truly meant to receive life in prison; or, learn the essence of change, and share that wisdom?
Gangsters and thugs, call them what you will, are they only to have a short life consisting of death and sorrow; or, come out of the grind so they may one day return to help change the places and people of which they came?
Are those with clinical depression meant to remain on a medication for the remainder of their days; or, are they to learn that the deepest of pain allows one to truly appreciate joy?
These are just a few of the things I contemplate as my mind wanders, while I sit and ponder.
Sep 12, 2012
Sep 12, 2012 at 3:45 PM UTC
Eyes open
Upon the silent abode
Marvel at me
The heavens echoed
Predicaments dissolve into the trivial
The mind is spotless
You forget the greed, the hate
You remember only the love which intoxicates
Their watchful eyes
Shining upon us since antiquity
Embedded into the skies
An ever lasting source of serenity
Their melody decipherable to wanderers
Providing solace to the adrift
A message from our ancestors
Whispering that clear will be the mist
Jun 1, 2017
Jun 1, 2017 at 10:57 AM UTC
Damsel in this dress
is a damsel in distress she just using clothes to cover up the post traumatic stress,
but they barely cover anything--
her lady parts at best,
she attracts hood ****** but they barely give her thanks when she gobble up their ***** in her head is regret,
her past is her future so abuse is where she heads-- wears her heart on her sleeve so she empty in her chest
wearing make up just to make up for the confidence she lacks
and I admit I looked back when you walked by in that sun dress
I knew your name around the block bout how you ****** the meanest ****
the greatest *** and I imagined if I knew the words for access words to claim your assets dinner did I have to invest-- from a glance,
and at a simple glance back,
to advance the fact still remain man plans to slay that,
she knows it; the shades on her face tells poem how bright lies jaded minds and money bust her open so who's the poet--
but we judge off her appearance,
and lose our morals,
when she throw it back aren't we daring; but aren't we caring making compliments and swearing,
smearing make up on our ugly truth
conceal,
conceal,
concealer,
you a bad *****
another body is you willing?
but to her its more than *** its the embrace its not the feeling,
her innocence is safest and awakened when she feels it reminded of the time her boyfriend lied, as he took ***
In these predicaments she says its innocent;
he loves me,
that's after broken rib number 5 she says; he loves me,
that's after **** kit the doctor swab;
he says I'm worthy,
that's after black eye number 9;
he says he trust me,
he trust me,
he trust me,
He trust me,
He Trust me,
He Trust Me,
HE TRUST ME,
and he never means to hurt me.
Problem is my novel is too common,
I'll never share his name cause his name is not the problem,
he don't deserve my shine or fortune to be acknowledged:
Ms. ********** control your hatred, stedfast
my mind is changing-- stop judging demons,
Contrast.
Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 10:06 PM UTC
Leave Jealousy be.
It'll burn a hole in your gut
And flip your world upside down as if it was already like this from the start.
It'll last forever.
your predicaments will triple each time you age
And there wont be a pen and paper lying around to help solve your equations
Trust me.
Ive been living where my chest is the center of gravity
Between the sun and the rest of the solar system.
Impossible it is to describe this push-pull phenomenon, from top to bottom.
So turn on the tv
Plug in the XBox
Play some basketball or hockey
Grind them Shooter games
or even watch Netflix.
Leave Jealousy be,
Trust me,
I've finished one Leap Year Cycle completely.
Run, don't ever stop.
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 12:05 AM UTC
The setting sun profusely
showering golden yellow
over scattered Mughal ruins,
dragged history of dead centuries
in to their conversations.
In Delhi
history rocks one back and fourth
as if in a swing, when one sees
own predicaments from different angles,
realize, the role of a rolling stone
in the incessant flow of time.
In India past centuries, co-exist
forming a deep water pool,
on the banks of which,
the cities are made.
this pool makes its presence felt
amazingly in contemporary life,
you can see your face,
and life itself reflected on its waters,
--as if walking on the shore of distant times;
an exhilarating feeling, eerie too at times.
History was a live presence,
all along with them, future loomed
with grievous air of uncertainty
he and she, two lines drawn parallel
(not by them but others, who know better!)
over the busy today of Delhi
gloriously old, yet decidedly new
and an uncertainty vastly between.
one easily gets lost in the labyrinths
unless fully imbued all this contradictory complexities.
she said, in dreams she was a princess
who fell in love with a poet penniless
but sung his songs only to her heart,
she never did want anything else
she was blissfully unaware of the
complexities of labyrinths,
the king got furious, she said
like some parents of present times
who don't hesitate a bit, to **** in cold blood
their children who cross the lines
killings in the name of honor is on the increase
every day you are informed.
in the story of her nightmares
it all ended in tragedy:
the king without mercy hung
the lovers, who preferred death
than getting separated
He walked back alone,
making way through
the ruins of past strewn
with an agitating heart,
here, the time is a still pool
that refuses to flow,
he thought
between the sunset of past glory
and an uncertain dawn
he and she stand separated
by a dark frightening night.
Nov 14, 2011
Nov 14, 2011 at 11:51 PM UTC
You can't find relief...
In reasons non existent;
In predicaments ill-explained.
There's no relief.
In trying to peer over towering walls.
With feet on tiptoes,
and necks sorely craned.
Relief isn't found...
In wishing upon droplets
that explode as they meet the ground.
Everytime it thundered,
and then rained.
Relief is in the trove
when the heart lets go.
To acknowledge the error,
to move on...
And commit fully to the lesson gained.
Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 7:39 AM UTC
With a sunset stormed in all the evils
A creeping temptation to abomination
A swirling appeal to haphazardness
Then came a wild night when i let things go
An ordinary aberration from a chaotic junction
An occasional stray from a lost path
An intentional overlook of unscrupulous mischief
A through misjudgment under ruthless predicaments
With a sobering dawn i found myself
A delusional justification for foreseen consequences
An unconscientious injection of fleeting remedies
A deliberate neglect for recurring failures
A self-inflicted blindness to vindicate oneself from misery
Then it is a calm morning
Though i know that it is all in the history
I cannot avoid the reappearing of the serene night
Whose other side awaits the furious storm to shatter me down yet again
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 12:15 PM UTC
Every time I look around
And ponder the things we obtain
listening to the winds sound
coming from beyond the terrain
Filling my soul from inside
Brushing all the stress and pain
Opening my eyes on a side
That we are all a brain!
Not only does an ***** feed on blood supplies
But It's how you stay sane
It's where your personality lies
It's where the great thoughts ingrain
We search for miracles
And we have one; our heads maintain
Nerve cells with the shape of verticals
Are that only what brains contain ?
Our souls lie within
We try not to let them drain
Our dreams, our memories are all in
They are like an unlimited chain
We love, we live, we write our story with a pen
On a marvelous paper called a brain
Our blood is our ink
And it keeps circultaing all over again
You receive, it responds
That is why we feel pain
But emotions are like ponds
Happiness, passion and the excitement we gain
In the most difficult predicaments
You tend to use your brain
With it you overcome impediments
Which makes your way plain !
10% is all what we use
But don't you ever complain
It's a gift that we shouldn't abuse
However, a gem you must retain
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 3:28 AM UTC
Burn my trees with
Raging spring's desires
Toxic my river with
Flowing summer's sadness
Pollute my air with
Falling autumn's hopes
Hold my heart with
Freezing winter's loves
Cycle this year
Slow perserverance
A step at a time
Patience guidance
Demanding sacrifices
Thoughtful fickled flights
Fairy tale's stories
Deceiving future plights
Weighing both shoulders
Declining all offers
Not all goods
Guaranteed for auctions
Bidding the worst
Inviting trial lessons
For our life's
Full of surprises
Grinding salts from
Summer's sadness
Drizzling our plate of
Spring's desires
Infused balance reviving
Autumn's hopes
Undying believes in our
Winter's loves
Life is a cycle revolving mystery
Spinning the air that we're breathing
Falling those tears our eyes are crying
Rising with smiles from our cherish presents
Rewinding the clock for our future predicaments
Not realising we will always be
A full circle
©2014 Maman Screams
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 9:03 AM UTC
sunsets and rainbows
stain the canvas, sky
an onslaught of color
mark the once blind clouds
in a world delusional
of beauty irrational
yet auburn sunlight
where the demons fight
hear the haunting tune
of sweetest sorrow
the scarred melody
its bitter determination
the powdered crayons
and drifting wind
feel the pastel snowflakes
of one Wonderland winter
with espoir
and a turn of winds
no vouloir
can't be reached
the cold breeze finds
tinkling glass
and the echo of
windchimes ethereal
and plain old jane
she dulls the pain
all factors in life where
she'll always care
the querulous kind
the insecure kind
but deep down inside
hides a love overflowing
its beauty like roses
yet as wild as their thorns
a smile like gunfire
but a heart closed in ice
so stays in denial
a stretch of black and white
a blur in one's vision
now faded to gray
an unforseen wind
with strange predicaments
perhaps it was all
a hallucination?
- - -
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 1:08 PM UTC
This poem is written by Majd Al Deen and I ...
I wish you consider it as well as enjoy it
☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
Every time I look around
And ponder the things we obtain
listening to the winds sound
coming from beyond the terrain
Filling my soul from inside
Brushing all the stress and pain
Opening my eyes on a side
That we are all a brain
Not only does an ***** feed on blood supplies
But It's how you stay sane
It's where your personality lies
It's where the great thoughts ingrain
We search for miracles
And we have one; our heads maintain
Nerve cells with the shape of verticals
Are that only what brains contain ?
Our souls lie within
We try not to let them drain
Our dreams, our memories are all in
They are like an unlimited chain
We love, we live, we write our story with a pen
On a marvelous paper called a brain
Our blood is our ink
And it keeps circultaing all over again
You receive, it responds
That is why we feel pain
But emotions are like ponds
Happiness, passion and the excitement we gain
In the most difficult predicaments
You tend to use your brain
With it you overcome impediments
Which makes your way plain !
10% is all what we use
But don't you ever complain
It's a gift that we shouldn't abuse
However, a gem you must retain
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 12:53 PM UTC
Declared to be the home of the ants,
the barn was, also, shared by the dogs
and the big lizards who stored
formidable teeth opposite the nipping
mandibles. Each moment the favorite
spaces became temples traversed by
wandering dotted lines while,
certainly, a pause to clean the claws
gave time for articles of memory. Attire
provided a music festival to brighten the
warm days with delicate sounds within
dark recesses where chilly dust filtered
the beams to secure the rafters. Along
these trails, the plight was relieved; the
threat was removed to slumber waiting
for a wind swept rush of fur. Pulling
the shutters back from the eyes, the
working specks of the ants proclaimed
their choices and followed these
implications into predicaments leading
them to be wise. The influence
demonstrated the passing of lives into
praise for the correct answers by which
the ways advanced to persist. There was
plenty of empty, sweet time hovering
above their heads yet leaving them
impatient to see a transpired eternity,
gathered in a massive tribe, ready to
explore the encroaching season with its
microscopic grasses and piles of stone.
As an institution, the old, red building
weathered its boards in the valley,
forgotten by more pragmatic industries
in cans and bottles of plastic. To wear
the collar of the ant or the lizard was a
rare honor not granted in the homes
of many house wives. It was as rare as
gold to find lodging with the fascinating
mercy of the human outlook. It was a
great deal of trouble to look after these
others, small or large as they might be.
Seemingly, it was difficult to explain the
logic intended to regulate the wild,
independent lives, and, as they were
misguided, an anger tended to drive them
closer rather than away. Under the skin,
it was very close to an intolerable form of
humor, but what explained itself as being
very funny also remained the hostility
alienated and inevitable, like the slamming
horns of the sheep and goats, like the poetry
of the birds and the herds.
Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 7:46 PM UTC
Hide from the world
Hide from each other
So we don't spread the flu
To one another
Watch out for earthquakes
Can't hide from nature
It will catch you
Hide from the world
It will surly make you blue
I tell you to break confinements
Set yourself free
Take chances
Get your vaccines
God gave us brains
We can use them quite well
We have maintained
In predicaments of hell
Do not let your fears hold you down
Let the accomplishments of
Your life resound
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 9:37 PM UTC
Let me hear him, let me hear him
Whose tongue does emphasize
A drama of frenzied elements
Impoverished by ridicule of vicious energies
That try to shape coherent form
Between contending factions
Thus registering predicaments
In a tragedy of vivid language
That mutilates a cannibalism of words
Jul 24, 2012
Jul 24, 2012 at 5:17 PM UTC
I'm filled with aches and cavities,
concave heart
hollow lips.
I can't be your salvation
You can't be my elixir.
There is no cure to be found.
We're too young to save each other,
weak hands
intertwined like
predicaments of bittersweet,
frail blue eyes
like cities of crystal
staring quietly, relentlessly.
This is a *******
emotional scavenger
with no way out,
and we both know
this thing will never
have a chance
to stand on it's own
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Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 2:06 AM UTC
i have given hearing
to deaf ferocious monsters
with well meaning incompetence
i have disturbed the reality
and illusion of human identity
where i am enmeshed
in insoluble confusions of difficulties
where i find strange images
touching on the grotesque
and ask what is myself
what are the guarantees
of my identity
by what right is a name possessed
by what means is my individuality secured
these questions in my mind
have a curiously derivative quality
that pretend to govern themselves
where they collaborate in their own oppression
and make assumptions upon
ethical behaviour and social institutions
which represent fictions rather than fact
function in a world of collapsing distinctions
of artificial precepts
where these now hearing monsters
with vicious energies of hate and ambition
that propel the enactment of intense
exhausting experience of a mind
spiraling vertiginously
toward an inner chaos that proclaims
I am myself alone without moral constraints
yet register vast predicaments
with the memorability of vivid language
but with an individual rapaciousness
that creates an amalgam of narratives
with the oppressive weight of the past
designed to induce this evaluative vertigo
with such ferocity to produce a turmoil of demons
monsters of evil, whose viciousness is vividly stamped
upon their bodies that declares
their fathomless malice sending my mind
into a cruelly disassembling nature
where i have given hearing
to deaf ferocious monsters
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 9:43 AM UTC
So frail she is, aged too,
but what I see every time
is a frozen leaf resisting
falling snow and whistling gale.
The grace she exudes grips
every time she passes me
in the morning or evening
her smile electrifies me without fail
In my bones it echoes, I felt
each smile brings instant delight,
I feel like it spreads in to my being
unlike the hollow smiles thrown at you.
What remains after one is gone
is to be felt much later by others
but to make the hollow deeply felt
in absence, their gifts in mind should persist.
what makes that huge difference,
now I grasp, her heart that has seen
many seasons, of human predicaments
and beaten in resonance.instantaneously
strikes a chord, with all, it's music to ears.
And it's a moment none would easily forget
she reflects the timeless grace humans acquire
through a life lived fully in mindfulness
I am embraced by grace, when her smile is gifted.
What remains when she has gone
is a serene sense of fulfillment, for having met
a luminous being, who without even a word
or touch, could make others feel nice and be better.
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 6:59 AM UTC
Who am I?
I am the Skeptic type,
Surfacing placid as each side creates waves,
Pulling on heart strings for their own self ameliorate,
Heated controversy focusing on Health care, Religion,
and Hunger debates,
Inevitably resulting in ******* up charges for war to undertake.
Equality's repercussions leaving our freedoms at stake,
While inflating our Economy
only the rich take the cake,
Consistently keeping the poor at bay,
One resolution would be to properly educate.
Before you sell into the poison they produce to control and degenerate,
Look into the disputes staged to manipulate,
Open your eyes and see we're being left with no other options but to obey,
For when they deny you your right to bear arms The Constitution goes up in a fury of flames,
As we sit back and watch as they replay the tape.
I am free yet I am caged,
Caressing the bars of black and white mind frames,
Constructed to destroy thought and leave the masses divided
in a collective state of confusion as their questions remain,
I no longer associate with my neighbors today.
Empathy is a far cry full of ache,
Frayed by the misconception that lives are part of a game,
Monopolies and greed breed nothing but hate,
As a silenced homeless Veteran plays his violin drowning in pain.
We're left searching for some kind of circumvent,
In a country that prides itself upon convenience,
Our golden gates are not always what they seem,
If born into poverty your chances can seem some what foreboding.
Think of the future aside from your own
and find hope in opportunities for the much needed change we all see and know,
With so many imperative predicaments there is plenty of room for growth,
Obstacles only providing the likelihood to overcome and to approach ,
For strength does not accumulate for those who are not familiar with struggle,
With all these unresolved culminations there is plenty to live and fight for despite your troubles.
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 2:13 PM UTC
(People Alone)
Maybe it's normal...maybe it's not,
maybe, i overdo it....yet, i still do it.
i always think of things to come
...at day time....even late nights,
thinking too much of my children
my children's children...my siblings
i even think of my siblings' brood
my dear friends and their worries
...thinking how i can help them.
....later, i get weary....fed up at times,
exhausted from worrying......wondering
how i could remedy even a bit....when
my hands are not that long to reach out.
...........................................
then, i think of people who live alone,
their thoughts...their predicaments.
there are those who enjoy and
progress in their solitude....then there
are those who are given no choice,
forced.......or suddenly found themselves
in that space....souls that cope with consequences,
alone at nights...while their frustrations
breathe on them...and stare back at them.
some end up too absorbed
in their own darkness.
........................................
those lovely night falls...those resplendent
moon-glowed nights, are joined...stained
by silent lamentations.....muffled cries,
yet...playing loud as thunder,
in the high open air...
.........................................
moments of hiding and seeking linger on,
they try to seek some fun,
yet, their ghosts, make them run,
whether in the dark, or under the bright sun.
weary eyelids become heavy, like those of a swan
sleep teases like evil...a bit of painful memory, and it's gone
...one's night is done...
..........................................
and, i realize
as i think along these lines,
my worries are just pebbles, not big stones
like theirs that whir,
over and over,
like a drone.
........................
whether with company, or on their own
they are people alone...
Sally
Copyright October 24, 2017
rrab
Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 8:07 PM UTC
I want to give up...
my problems are
way scarier than others,
I am everything, the center,
unfavorable situations
find me like a childhood friend,
Trouble trouble everywhere
No time to live,
If I live for some days
double trouble pursue me
to outlive,
I'm Hamlet, Macbeth, Othello, King Lear
Shakespeare wrote my predicaments
six centuries earlier,
My birth was a tragedy,
I'm armored in 'hamartia', 'anagnorisis'
'peripeteia', and what not
searching my doom to
entertain few who paid to see me,
I have none neither unity of time,
or place or action,
I don't deserve this,
But
What should I do?
I have no means and measures or methods,
to raise my hand and say,
"Sir, this disgusts me, living like this doing
same task same time all day"
Count me absent since today,
I'm going never to come,
What a sick time this is,
everyone is hating everyone,
I hate everyone too,
why shouldn't I?
I'd one demand,
I want to study, but no one had money
to pay, neither family, nor state, or center,
I saw them investing in bricks and stones
I saw them collecting taxes,
But no one came,
I wanted to work no had work to offer.
So I am writing, venting off my anguish,
Okay so if you are here, I call you my confidant,
keep it a secret,
You know I am alone now
But I wasn't before, a girl I love but never
told her my feeling, why????
Yes, she is employed, she earns I do not,
I fear this, I search for work, not that
I need one, I crash on the footpath,
live on the discarded crumbs out
the big restaurant in my city,
I'm not invoking pity in you--
Argumentum ad Misericordiam--
stating just the fact sir,
I believe in "Less is MOre"
and indeed I have less and I am happy
but what troubles me is her,
Ah! it's not that easy, I've heard
they don't take seriously unemployed guys,
Yes, sir, I may be wrong, but I don't want to
take any chance,
Life is not a life sir without her,
You can judge this in the tone
after I started tak]lking about her.
I love her dearly,
But who doesn't sir?
when they are young,
Jun 29, 2022
Jun 29, 2022 at 5:34 PM UTC
The Again And Again Praise
Jesus, Heavenly
Father,
Thank you for the
again and again
Answers,
Blessings,
Deliverances,
I know that I need you still again and again,
However,
I know that the battle you have already won,
Jesus I know and before all declare you as my
Savior,
And God’s son,
Yet,
Having said all that,
This does not mean that I will not have to come
to you again and again,
You are aware of this and that is how you said
for it to be,
Depending on you for all and everything,
I thank you for always making provision for all
my needs and
for totally forgiving my sins, taking away
penalties and understanding me,
I so dearly need your help,
Deliverance,
Care,
Love,
Acceptance,
Forgiveness,
And,
Protection,
Every kind of blessing that I am in advance
thanking you for
and that I am always confessing again and again,
When my enemies try to make me ashamed that I
need you again and again,
Strengthen me Lord Jesus with your anointed
caring favor,
When I fall weak from the battle at your alter
sometimes in despair,
Please send the help that I prayed for and need
from far and near,
You are the God who never sleeps or
Forgets anything ever except my sins,
So again and again here I am,
Pouring out my heart,
Anguish,
Despondency,
Frustration,
Dilemmas,
Predicaments,
Disappointments,
Stress and troubles,
And yes,
As usual,
I need you again and again,
Sometimes it is family troubles,
Sometimes it is marriage difficulties,
Sometimes my selfish unforgiving attitude,
Yet, forgiveness is what I’ll need the most,
Sometimes it is financial crisis,
Sometimes it is flesh control issues that may be,
Gluttony,
******
Dishonesty,
Cursing,
Profanity,
Temper,
Neglect,
And yes, I need deliverance form these or that,
Most times it may be deliverance from cruel
enemies that are quite shrewd,
That plan my demise constantly and down fall,
The strife and ending of my life,
They plot and schedule my humiliation and
disgrace,
They put me on display the same way they did
you on many a day,
They strategize my dilemmas,
They set up the trials and trauma that bring tears
to my face,
But,
Again and again,
You send your deliverance,
You apply your mercy and grace,
You grant the favor and answers to my petitions,
All my trespasses and sins under your salvation
plan are totally forgiven,
And although I learn righteous lessons through
the trials and the load I through humility bear,
Still,
Again and again I thank you for always blessing
me,
Sending deliverance and,
Again,
Always being there.
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Mar 12, 2012
Mar 12, 2012 at 1:58 AM UTC