A Plea To Thee
A PLEA TO THEE
Hung down,
Open
To bleed my spirit
Forth.
My life
Continues
In shocks of pain like
Fire striking
Feet up through limbs
And spine to a screaming
Brain,
A cursing anger procedes,
Followed by my guilt-
Ridden soul regretting
My voice lacking gratitude
For the trial
— this one after
all those others —
For God’s mysterious ‘tho righteous
Reasons
On this path I am passing through…
While given His grace of strength
To endure…Withstand the jolts as
They keep coming humbling, blessing me,
And stiffened, shocked weak,
I plead, “Lord have mercy.
Christ have mercy, please. Please.”
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(c) sally Young Eslinger 2/25/23
Thanks be to God
An update blog about my health to follow this.
Copyright © Sally Eslinger | Year Posted 2023
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