We all have faced our problems;
Of that you can be sure.
There are times when we are burdened
with our troubles to endure.
I suppose, I spent my early years
as any normal kid.
Never thinking very Spiritual
in anything I did.
I was very misdirected
as I lived from day to day,
then God sent to me a pastor
to help me find my way.
Soon, I would be fighting
overseas within a war,
exposed to all the horrors;
All the blood; The guts and gore.
The Lord, with all His mercy
sent me safely home again,
but I returned a bitter man;
Not the child I had been.
I withdrew into depression.
I avoided one and all.
I placed God on the back-burner
and ignored His Beckoned call.
My family was disheartened.
My friends; No words to say.
Alone, I cried; Thought Suicide;
These were my darkest days.
I knew my family loved me,
but I really didn’t care.
Many people showed compassion
and were bowing down in prayer.
I lived with my depression
for, oh so many years,
too proud to seek assistance;
Too proud to speak my fears.
I entered into marriage;
My marriage fell apart.
My life was torn asunder
with such bitterness of heart.
My world crumbled all around me.
My life had taken such a toll.
In my despair, I bowed in prayer
and cried “Lord, take control!”
You know, it’s so amazing,
in that urgent, simple prayer,
I could feel a sense of peacefulness
just knowing He was there.
He saw me through my troubles.
He opened up my eyes.
He brought me back into His fold,
much to my surprise.
I am only human
and I’m far from trouble free,
but I rely upon His guidance
to pave the way for me.
He is the Fortress in my Peril.
He is the Shelter in my Storm.
He took my sad existence
and breathed life into its form.
I know this poem’s lengthy.
I’m sure you noticed too.
It’s just my way of trying to say,
He can make you live anew!
In a list
A contest entry
- Dancing with the Scars II by Kathryn Bowden.
600 points, ended July 13, 2008, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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AMEN
Pausing to comment on this one Al (gradually going through others)
Relating to nigh on every stanza...though my war was closer to home it was no less a battleground of survival.
In His Mercy and Grace...
He is the Fortress in my Peril.
He is the Shelter in my Storm.
He took my sad existence
and breathed life into its form.
Getting addicted to these Goosebumps as I read more of your works.
I thank you once again
from Oz
Linda
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Hi! thank you so much for this wonderful entry! This was so uplifting, exactly what I was hoping for. Even after so many years I am still amazed at the goodness of God! Good luck and God bless.
Kathryn
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Thank you for your entry. I love the personal touches wihin the poem and felt that the rythme of the lines was well worked.
Good luck with the contest -
Sigh... I've made those cries too... but I'm being ignored lol
Wonderful poem of spirituality and hope
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excellent
A very inspirational and uplifting poem. So full of faith. Best of luck in the contest.
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