Without Him Where are We?
by Marijo Phelps Hopelessness Rain pounds on the windows, Yet it can never get in. It is like some people Knocking on closed doors Failing to realize That they will never open. It is pitiful to those Who are on the inside Watching the rain's fruitless Yet incessant drive. They know It will never succeed. Futility It's the only leaf left on the tree of life. All the rest have blown away. It lives, it grows, but none live with it. Growing Up II Struggling so hard To be free To be me And having a bad enough time On my own, Within my head Without the added hassle Of trying to stay out Of the box you want to put me in Thoughts of Sadness You're gone I'm empty, alone, beaten and sad And you, you are gone. I want what we shared I want it back again I'm reaching out for it, And it's not there. Yet I don't even know what I am reaching for. I only know that you are gone And I? I'm empty, alone, beaten and sad. My blog is: http://myincrediblelord.blogspot.com/ (C) Marijo Phelps all rights reserved. Use with proper credits. About Self Saved by His grace in 1974, from 9 years of professing atheism into His loving arms. RN for 23 years, missionary with YWAM then statistical analyst for Every Home for Christ over 9 years. Living with my husband in the middle of a mountain meadow. GRIN! Wanting to spread the good news Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |
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