Please Help Me Jesus
Please Help Me, Jesus...
I feel worn out... discouraged and defeated.
Nothing in my life...right now... seems to be completed.
I'm alone, knocked down... and I feel betrayed.
I never thought I'd feel this scared and afraid.
In this very dark time, where do I run?
Where can any help actually come from?
I feel utterly worthless and quite alone...
With each passing day... in this place I call "home."
Each morning, as I get up and
open the bedroom door.
I wonder if anyone cares anymore.
I felt a "tug" on my shoulder and looked around.
And noticed a bright light shining
toward the ground.
"I love you my son." Where the words I heard.
Excitement and hope within
my heart was stirred.
I looked up and couldn't began to explain.
The love I felt when I called on Jesus' name!
From my ceiling, I saw what looked
like an angelic being.
He said, "I am your lord...
and I can do anything!"
He reached down and gently picked me up out of bed.
Words of mercy and hope
where what he had said.
"I am here so that you may rise up and live."
"All of your failures and sins I will forgive."
Everything inside of me... Jesus did understand!
With him here... I knew victory was at hand!
He took away my sins and my "heavy burdens."
This pariicular day... this one thing
was very certain.
Look at me now and it's so plain to see!
He can do for YOU... What he's done for ME!
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2017
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