Tracks In the Sand
Hearing once more the lion's roar in my mind,
feeling the lion once more creep up from behind,
my heart palpitating out of rhythmic time,
with sweat beading down my forehead, chest and sides,
Breaking into a run knowing the lion had an evil plan,
I inadvertently stepped into a bog of swallowing quicksand,
sinking down deeper and deeper in dispair,
feeling frozen in time like I was going nowhere,
Fully overwhelmed with the quicksand up to my chin,
before going completely under I saw the lion grin,
I prayed, please Lord help me get through this anxiety,
with that He pulled me out and once again comforted me.
11-9-16
Copyright © Cheryl Hoffman | Year Posted 2016
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