Where am I going? Where have I been?
When I look o'er my life it seems positively obscene
no, not in a derrogatory sense, that's not what I mean
how did I get through it all
was it just a weird dream?
Sometimes in my life, I feel on the last Rung
wondering what, why, and how
then I remember HIS body on that Cross was Hung
if HE endured that for me, then..
there's still a new song, that hasn't been sung!
The Rock of my life, in the clefts do I hide
at times when in need as the stress does mount
His hand I will hold too,and in His love I'll abide
He holds me up, when my legs surely weaken
till I'm strengthened again, to walk by His side
I'm truly amazed, when I look o'er the years
at trials given me, testing my innermost faith
it's not that surprizing, to see how I've confronted my fears
I know not by my strength, I'm still here
many a prayer has been answered, through a myriad of tears!
Like this poem I'm penning, meter, rhyme quite offbeat
when I stop to fasttrack life, it resembles
quite an earthquake shattered street
though with all natural disasters, the cleanup does come
rubble is removed, the mess soon does deplete.
So where am I going, where have I been
I've been on a journey, still paddling upstream
cross rapid currents, I'll battle the unseen
with His hand guiding mine, failure is not a word
Complimentary, for My "Sweet LORD" who doth daily intervene!!
Ch'erie de Perrott
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