Filed under: Off Day Poetry.... | Tags: Adjoa Skinner, brokenness, Erwin McManus, faith, hope, mosaic, Naomi, Ruth
I am at the end of myself
aware that I can be broke but have faith
I am at the end of my rope
with no way for these feelings to be erased
There is a struggle about me
and there is a war deep within
There is a mountain before me
Feeling weak, losing hope, getting thin.
And all of my choices have led me
to the foundations on which I stand.
Now longing for a rock to climb on
and someone close to hold my hand.
But even when there is no person
who longs to be there as my aid
I have the choice and right decision
to follow the sun or the shade
To see myself here in the process
instead of what was, but was is
to see myself here in the present
feeling a new kind of bliss.
To see I have good things in tow
and they wrap like a blanket that’s warm
enveloping me in the darkness
to provide a shelter from the storm.
To build up a new world to live in
first asks me to trust then to move
when I’m too aware that I’m lonely
that I choose to take the wrong groom.
Yet my failures can become my fortune
when true faithfulness takes me toward health
And I then learn within the moment
its not about status or wealth
I go to the start to assess things
in order to move forward now
Knowing its worth it to pay the price
to find God within it somehow.
- Adjoa Skinner
based off of Erwin McManus’ talk @ Mosaic Westside on April 19, 2009
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