Sunday Afternoons

================================================ Sunday afternoons --------- i abandoned my self, and reached out with all my heart to a God whom i knew could help me survive and keep me from coming all the way apart and for awhile i was so truly alive now i am better, and so much worse Jesus helped me through the valley of the shadow lifted what seemed Satans' own curse now i can function in this world, but i know, this day to day life isn't the point of it all this house i side doesn't matter anymore i hear loud and clear the call and i can't answer the knocking at the door because of all this housework i have to do the dishes need washing, the bedroom's a mess asnd when i'm all done, there's laundry, too i'm simply to busy and needed for God to bless i say, when i think of it, that He created me for Him that what i do for this body is a waste of time i want to pray away the day, to sing my favorite hymn to put down the load, and really start to climb like i was meant to from birth to devote my life to a higher calling to pursue God for all i'm worth i had found a Towering Peak, now, i'm falling down, down, down, to the valley floor in the mud, and the dirt yet i still know what living's for and for the path i'm still alert to find again the Lord i loved so completely to find through Him, a way to clean the dirt that hurts instead of the floors, or the dog hair i see or the pans, or the yard, or my shirts somehow i've got to find a way to excape those things that hold me down and open my eyes again one day and see in me, a friend of a King, who gives His crown instead iof a loser, whos sin is so comfortably worn a man meant for God, but used up by men a man looking up, yet so careworn, forlorn and longing to feel his Saviors touch again this is me, as hopeless as a man could be i remember times spent with the only Holy One moments burning bright in memory --------- i would go back, but the chores aren't done