The tears continue to flow from the pain
Everyday with failure after failure, hiding in shame
People going from one place to another playing the game
If only I could fall to my knees and call on His name.
The tears continue to flow from the stress
Trying to add up the scores like a game of chess
Pushing to win the race and move on to the next test
If only I could kneel and sense His caress.
The tears continue to flow from the heat
Feeling like the butchers fresh cut meat
Just a portion or a glimpse would be the treat
If only I would bow and worship His feet.
The tears continue to flow from the guilt
Stopped in mid game like a pinball tilt
Not pressing on to get my life rebuilt
If only I would fall and let Him fill me to the hilt.
The tears continue to flow while I am still reaching
From one church to another seeking the preaching
My soul filled with sin searching for the bleaching
If only I lowered my defenses and listened to His teaching.
The tears continue to flow with one thing I’m still understanding
He wants me like I am, is His only demanding
I shy away in fear of the reprimanding
If only I will go to my knees and let Him remain standing.
The tears continue to flow, my soul feeling the rumble
He has already lifted me up before I could crumble
I just realized that He did not want me to stumble
He just wanted me down some, a little more humble.
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Glenn, once again this is a very good poem. You're quite right, it's a process of reaching that place where we will allow ourselves to be humbled in His presence. With love, Deb
