From the Ground On Bended Knee
I raise myself up and dust my self off
Getting ready to stand once again.
I'm ready I say, to stand and build
As i kneel to the floor and I pray.
Building alters day in and day out,
it's what I know to do,
It's all in the hope that one day not too long,
you Lord will come through.
Each day i believe and I hope and I stand
and most days it's always the same,
there is not enough in the bank he says
and I find myself self in position again.
As faith grows smaller than a mustard seed,
I will hold on with all that I have
and I will dust my self off and
get ready again because on my knees
is where I will stand
I hope and I pray as night turns to day
hoping this day will be different,
wolves claw at the door, and i kneel once
more trying to build my alters of hope again.
It seems day and nights get harder and harder,
but faithful I will be to the end,
no matter the trial, heart break or torture,
you will find me dust off the dirt ,kneel to the ready,
standing on bended knee once again
I know you are faithful, Lord they tell me you are and
my own eyes have witnessed the truth,
so I know what to do because i will fight for the truth,
when I've been knocked down by hardship and terror.
I know what my mission will be,
I will stand up and bend down
take my position on the ground,
as I hope in you on bended knee.
Copyright © Chantelle Smith | Year Posted 2020
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