You told me to let go, and I did.
I thought so.
Next thing I knew, fear
serenaded. I drifted from truth
Oddly, I clung to the thing that had me hung
on the gallows of the unknown
I don't understand the different sides of me,
how I can be at your sweet feet, holding Your hand
trusting Your plan
Next moment, I'm alone
forgetting the peace Jesus owns
making me lonely and sad
My cries reach Your ears, and I know my heart hears
Your still voice run through me,
giving me comfort and passion to endure till eternity.
Some really great images Amanda - and nice rhythm and internal rhyme!
ReplyDeleteThank you Mrs. Tegrotenhuis! That means a lot to me coming from you. I miss you and our classes! :) Good times.
ReplyDeleteYou know what Amanda, your poetry (I've read all of them on here so far) reminds me of Slam Poetry. You know, like beatnik stuff... It has that sort of flow. I could hear it being performed that way. Check out some online :)
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