The Priceless Prize In My Surprise
Caught up in whirlwinds that won’t relent
Swept afloat from comfort zones
Spun around in vortices that won’t repent
I shake and quake in my brittle bones
Bracing for the worst
Expecting imminent death
Feeling accursed
Out of luck, out of breath
I close my weeping eyes
Clinging to supple straws of hope
Spinning faster and faster in suffocating skies
Swirling in scope
Daring my faith to stand
Taunting my dwindling courage to rise
Smacking fingers that won’t understand
I land on comfy cushions of Heaven in total surprise.
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