Mountains

Submitted by Damaris Ann on Mon, 08/29/2016 - 03:02

Again I'm confus'd, bewilder'd and torn;
I feel like a Sampson shaven and shorn.
Betrayed by my fears and wond'ring "What next?"
I'm taken, again, right back to this text;
"...My peace give I unto you," Jesus said,
"...Not as this world gives," His men Spirit-led.
They were radical and strange yet trusting,
Whereas I'm radic'lly strange, and doubting.
"...Faith like a mustard seed..." can move mountains;
Yet my shoulders carry the mountainous plains.
"My yoke is easy and my burden light,"
I cast all on Him to hold with His might.

Author's age when written
18
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This is beautiful, honest, and true.
You are encouraging through what you write, and I really see that you put your prayers into poetry.
Whatever you're going through, don't give up and use it to help you truly depend on only God -- that's what He wants from us -- complete dependence on Him, spending alone time with Him even through our not-as-rough times. He will bless those who love Him that much. :)

"It is not the length of life, but the depth of life." Ralph Waldo Emerson

Thank you so much, Meghan. :) I had to read over your comment a couple of times and really just savor it. Thank you again.
God is good. He's teaching me that He is enough.

I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.

This is encouragingly profound...a lot of depth, in this.
I love the Word strewn throughout it, and I especially love the ending. Stay strong in Him, my friend x

Goodbye? Oh no, please. Can’t we just go back to page one and start all over again?” – Winnie The Pooh

Thank you Maddi. :) God bless you.

I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.