I hope you don't reach the place I'm in.
I don't see rainbows after the rain.
I still hear thunder rambling around.
I feel lightning will light up the ground!
I'm so tired and I want to rest.
I feel I'm always taking a test.
Trying to impress again and again
and I wonder what I'll ever gain???
Too tired to pour a glass of juice
My heart's so tired of all the abuse.
I was none the wiser a short while ago
But everything's changed now that I know!
I see where I am and where I want to be
and, God, do I struggle deep inside of me!
I can't help but cry, right now, as I write.
It seems the answers are nowhere in sight!
Tomorrow, next week, next month, or next year
God, please, help me, my burdens to bear!
I'm asking, I'm begging, I'm on bended knee
Please, God, help me. My way I can't see!
Copyright 2005 Norma Budden-Aningat
A personal note:
Since writing this poem several months ago, life isn't as confusing as it used to be. I've discovered a few answers along the way - the major one being that God is there to help me, regardless of what I've done or said, regardless of whom I've hurt and in what way.
God didn't have any plans on giving up on me then and He doesn't now. The same is true for you...reach out. God is there to catch you when you're falling or to rejoice along with you during triumphant moments.
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