The day I fully wake,
Wake from my daze,
And when my whole world shakes,
I will look up and sing praises...
To the One who opened my eyes.
When the never ending lies,
Lose their hold,
They meet their demise,
I will stand and be oh so bold.
And I will sing to my King.
My legs feel so weak.
Will I fall?
If I do, and things seem bleak,
On the ground, I will still crawl.
With His help I will rise.
When I no longer want to breathe,
Clenching a knife,
Sobbing, shaking, I seethe,
No longer wanting life...
To my God I will cling.
To the One who opened my eyes,
I will sing to my King.
With His help I will rise,
And to God I will cling.
YOU ARE READING
The Battle Roars. The Scars Multiply. The Pain Never Ends.
PoetryThis is just a bunch of poems I wrote when I was in a bad place. You might relate to it. It's about struggles and thoughts and thing. And it's just the honest truth about things. You might see lines repeated. Probably 'cause I liked them a lot, hehe...
