On days when the anger threatens a to kill the woman I am becoming,
remind me who You say I am.
And when my head hits the pillow
Allow me to start over.
Your mercy is bigger than my pain.
Your mercy is enough for me.
I need you now more than ever.
Don't lose me.
I'm here again.
I'm honest and I'm here and I'm begging you to save my mind from the grip of the enemy.
The claws are deep,
I've let them sink in too far,
Too deep into my heart and my desires,
My sadness is tied to strings in his fingers,
And he keeps tugging and tugging and tugging
And it hurts.
Don't let him have my joy.
Or my marriage.
Or my future.
It's all Yours, Lord.
Rescue me once again from the pit,
Before the water rises over me.
Cut the strings now Lord,
In your sons name,
Jesus Christ I plead.
I plead.
Break bonds.
Break strongholds, King of heaven.
My hand is outstretched.
Reach back with your restoration.
Give me something to believe in again.
Give me a burning passion for your word.
Take the self, out of me.
Let there only be you here.
I don't know how long this will take,
But I will wait on you lord.
Your timing is always perfect.
Your plan is always good.
I can trust in that while my feet sink in the murky mud.
I believe even now,
You are building your foundation for me.
I can feel it—
At the very tip of my toes.
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Abide
PoetryA collection of prayerful poems from someone learning to rest in His healing hands.
