Storm

I was left weak by the recent

storm, so I got on my knees

to seek the One that could

raise me up.

It’s tough to withstand these

shaky seasons which leaves

me in misery. I must remember,

the One I serve, wants me

to walk in victory. 

That which causes me to suffer

will make me tougher. The fact

is, the enemies attacks are defin-

ing my character, because God

is using them to refine me.

Sometimes, I feel like i'm losing

the battle because I’m down

and lost for days. But the Lord

is my compass, and will lead me

back to the wells of grace.

I pray for God to release the

peace to absolve me of

this pain...that my mistakes

will be left behind, and not

remain in my mind. I must

embrace the pace of life and 

sustain in the lane of change.

I'm thankful for the hard times,

because I’m able to write with

insight from the Spirit who

conducts me when I type. I

will never lose sight

this isn’t me - but indeed,

a gift from the One that

dwells within. 

Verse of the poem:

Psalms 119

92: If your teachings had

not made me happy,

then I would have died

in my misery. 93: I will

never forget your guiding

principles because you

gave me a new life

through them.

Chains

I'm trapped behind the doors

of my mind, surrounded by th-

oughts which have left me

confined. Time is passing

rapidly without escape. I'm

locked in chains like I'm an

enemy of the state.

At first, I thought this was

just a stage - then all of

a sudden, i was lost in the

maze. My way out? I see

no trace, I just circle within

the same phase.

If only I could see my way

clear. But, my vision is

clouded by the fear, causing

me to spiral deeper into the

abyss. I'm hoping this tale

has a twist.

I wish this season would

expire. The tyres of my soul

are on fire. I can no longer

move - I'm choking on the

fumes of despair, waiting

for an answered prayer.

Verse of the poem:

2 Timothy 1

7: For God has not given

us a spirit of fear, but of

power and of love and of

a sound mind.

Heavily Burdened

Every day i'm climbing the same

mountain. Lord, allow me to rec-

ognise your never-ending mercy

which endures like a fountain.

I long to be sustained in righteous-

ness. But by far, I always miss the 

mark. It's like a task I can never 

accomplish.

When You said it was finished

on the Cross, in repetenance; our

sins were extinguished...And thus,

we entered a new beginning.

Don't allow us to be defined by

our flaws nor conditioned by

our inhibitions. Refine us each

day; so we can reflect Christ in

everything we do. 

Verse of the poem:

‭Psalms 121

1: I look up toward the mountains. Where can I find help?

2: My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth.

3: He will not let you fall. Your guardian will not fall asleep.

4: Indeed, the Guardian of Israel never rests or sleeps.

5: The Lord is your guardian. The Lord is the shade over your right hand.

6: The sun will not beat down on you during the day, nor will the moon at

night.

7: The Lord guards you from every evil. He guards your life.

8: The Lord guards you as you come and go, now and forever.