A Little Talk With My God
I've tried to store away my fears, mistakes and sorrows
but the seem to resurface again on the morrow
I've tired to reason, excuse and justify my problems and addiction
hoping that I'd have the fortitude to no longer be in this prediction
I've tried to talk to my sisters and to my mother
I've tried to talk to my father and to my brothers
but the one who I really need to talk to the most
Is God, my creator, my heavenly host
I've danced and pranced all throughout my life
I've ducked and dodged bullets of emotional strife
as a substance abuser I thought that I was in control
too high to contemplate that I was losing my very soul
yet the one who is in control and aware of everything
Is God, my spiritual generator, my judge, my King
Now the next time when I have something important to say
I will turn to Father God get on my knees and pray
He will hear my words of my thoughts He is concerned
His Holy Spirit will infuse me so that I can better discern
that at my weakest times, God will be my strength
His love for me is unconditional and will go to any length
a God of a second chance and not condemnation
a most forgiving God full of salvation
a merciful and comforting God of this I have no doubt
having a little talk with my God
and letting Him know what I'm all about
Copyright © Louise Nelson | Year Posted 2007
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