Poetry

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There’s a joy I wish to discover in love I long to hold
It’s been a lifelong search and now I’m growing old
Following desires from which my heart overflowed
With hopes to fill the piece of me void, wet and cold
My search yielding nothing but a river made of tears
Rushing of my failures I’ve made throughout the years
It deepens from the storm above raging with my fears
Alone drowning in the center waters reaching my ears
Submerging in panic I struggle for anything that could
Assist me at the brink of death I find a cross of wood
On it hung a man with His promise of something good
Going under from exhaustion I grab it and understood
The obvious necessity required in my dreadful plight
My souls anguish and lamentation echoing the invite
With no power nor might only His spirit to my delight
Lifts me from rising waters with His love I sit tight
Faithfully atop the cross I float weathering the storm
Slowly dissipating the further I drift away from my norm
The void once wet and cold now drying comfortably warm
Horizons shine with a new me He’s working to transform.

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