Soul Impressions

I find myself, circling An area I was certain, Had been filled, long ago Years of healing Forgiving, walking on With LOVE, into places I'd never go ....alone I mean....there are things to be feared Lessons learned, bridges burned ......I'm not STUPID!!! Why am I here? Again? Was there something I didn't get In all of the hours Of learning how to ignore, forget ....pain Even when the mind can't remember The body recollects every mark ever made And try as you might, to settle The soul won't rest til the debt is paid .....yea....but Jesus Ahhhh! I think I've come to it When no one came to my defense And I was held without a cause When I was rejected and blamed Where was JESUS....oh, yea, being my boss Trust me....lean into me.....believe me All of my faith couldn't do a thing About the impressions upon my soul ....like pock marks from a childhood illness Maybe if I wouldn't have scratched So deep, rutting the flesh, for relief I wouldn't be standing over the evidence That my life is tattooed by unresolved grief Jesus, I do trust, but I will not lie The fibers of my soul demand I try ....to defend myself You tell me, you are my protector Yet I fight against you with my "private eye" detector ....to prove I'm alone....still Ugh!!! Being human sux! I'll never get it right Yea, yea, "It doesn't matter Just keep yourself in the fight." I'm still here. Written by Trudy Schrader on 04/21/2020