Passion's Pull

I do NOT want to get up I wanna sit here...in my sorrow I do NOT, I WILL NOT hope That things will be better tomorrow I will not .....do you HEar me!?! ..............HOPE Oh, look, she doesn't have a coat It's freezing outside and I am warm I don't need this little jacket I believe this will cover her tiny form He's hungry, isn't he? I've bought him food before Again? even when he's writing his sign He won't care that he's fed as he walks out that door I swear if she says one more thing About how I'm livin' my life Fine, Jesus, I'll hold my peace To keep free from stirring up strife Look at him, he just hurt that child Look at his heart...break Daddy, don't you know you value him With every inconsistency you take Let me SPEAK, Jesus! You made me a poet, yet demand I keep silent Even worse, I can't judge evil When it is clearly demonstrated in the violent words and deeds....of others My LORD, help me, for lacking the compassion ...............a loving mother Isn't the point of being a mother The unconditional love she pours into another You have my heart I'm sorry for my constant pull Against everything You want to rule .....over I know and accept your covering I submit when you pull me to rest But passion inflames my soul The moment I lay my head upon your breast ....where I find nourishment for the famished ............and you pour me out as drink offering Though I hate the constant struggle I would not want to be anything other than a loving mother Written by Trudy Schrader on 12-27-2018