My Dying Day
I took it down to the last strike, like Hitler’s revenge on the last Reich.
My blood spilled out in ice cold pain, there was nothing absent or domain
I walked through the valley of the shadow of death, screaming the whole way through, “Here I cometh.”
In the darkness, my God, He revealed to me, that the light He gives could only set me free.
At first I argued, then it was as I was blind. My God found the good in me that I couldn't find.
He stood me up and started speaking to me face to face, while my soul was being taken to another time and place.
Before I knew it, my skin had turned blue, my thoughts were becoming too far and few.
My life had soon ended, but truly only began. I found no patience in walking so I ran.
When I awoke from my spell, everything was new, with no grasp on reality I wasn’t sure of what to do.
I measured all the compartments, ‘spiritually speaking,’ in my brain, always wanting the truth on whether or not I was insane?
Unfortunately, that answer, I will probably never receive, although in my heart I will always believe, that the Truth is there to set me free.
Sedated for what seemed like eternity soon ended, and I learned instantly how much on God I depended.
He pulled me out of the miry clay, brushed me off and sent me on my way.
Now when I find myself at an all-time low, I reach down far to that place I rarely go.
I find the strength in the fact that I gave up and I allow the strength to build and fill my cup.
Whenever I find myself on that mountain high, I am so thankful, I lift my head to sigh.
By taking the very breath that God gave me alone, I cherish the notion that He wasn’t ready to take me home.
(True Story)
Thank you Jesus
10-22-13
Copyright © Kristin Edwards | Year Posted 2015
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