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Cynthia West Poem
I remember the day I cried out to you and said
I have done everything I know yet I'm still in dread
I don't know what to do or where to go.
With every step I take I mess it up so.
I've lost everything I've ever known as mine
I want to follow you I know you are the vine.
I opened up your word and this is what it said:
"When you are young you will dress yourself and where you want
but when you are old you will reach out your hand and someone else
will lead you where you don't want to go."
I knew what you were telling me, I shut my Bible tight
I argued with you for weeks, could this really be right?
You wanted me to go to the place I hated most,
So I took that leap of faith and established a new post.
The things I thought had changed were only for the show.
My faith says to stay, my flesh is ragging to go.
I will lean not to my own understanding and put my trust in you,
For I know, you are the only way I will ever make it through.
Is this the price I have to pay for the sin that I have done,
Or the devil trying to have his laughs and fun?
God I am begging, is this what you have in store
Or my wilderness mentality thinking I deserve no more?
If this is your will for me then let it be done,
I am asking for the strength you gave your only son.
Dear God if this is not where I am suppose to be,
I am begging you, please deliver me.
While I'm going through let me glorify your name,
That I might not go completely insane.
Dear God please just let me hear your voice.
Please give me the strength to make the right choice.
I trust you completely I know your in control,
Please send your Angels to minister to my soul.
Copyright © Cynthia West | Year Posted 2006
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Cynthia West Poem
God blessed me with a son,
From nothing I had done.
God gave me a chance to open up my home,
Not knowing how soon the heart ache would come.
He was only here for a little while,
But he always made me smile.
As I put him on the bus,
Trying hard not to make a fuss.
Walking to the car, tears streaming down my face,
Not knowing when we would have our next embrace.
Thinking of all the things I wish I would have said,
All these crazy thoughts running through my head.
I thank the Lord above,
That he let me share His Love!
With this very special son,
From nothing I had done.
Nothing to deserve such treasure,
God gives above all measure.
I hope he always knows,
No matter where he goes,
I am always here for him,
I will always let him in.
Copyright © Cynthia West | Year Posted 2006
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