I'm right here on the floor, lying still and broken
unable to reach the door.
I hear you knocking, begging me to get up,
but I'm not yet up to the chore.
I can't take it anymore...
I've given up my will to live. It's gone far away
as far as the ocean is deep.
I'm drowning in my sorrow...then it hits me.
You're still knocking, waiting for me.
I've found my strength once more...
And I get up off of the floor!
I stumble to the door,
and there I find your loving arms
waiting for my exhausted soul!
You never gave up on me, even when I did.
When I hated myself, you showed me what true love is.
I screamed out loud, "WHERE ARE YOU GOD?! WHY WON'T YOU HELP ME?!"
and then you showed me who you are...reminded me of what you did.
Here we go again...
And I got up off of the floor!
I stumbled to the door,
and there I found your loving arms
waiting for my exhausted soul!
You never gave up this fight,
and neither will I.
As tough as my road might be,
I choose the one with stumbling blocks
where there's not enough light to see
you standing in front of me, leading me,
showing me the way.
So Lord, I thank you for the day...
that I got up off of the floor!
I stumbled to the door,
and there I found your loving arms
waiting for my exhausted soul!
Beautiful tribute to your
Beautiful tribute to your god. The imagery was really great... !!!
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "