Glory – Page 49 – SoarwithGlory

Never Forsaken

When life nailed my faith, fear captured And imprisoned my liberating hope The weight of current events crushed Sweet dreams into miserable pieces Failure moved in next door: alone I turned my back to hide my face

Procrastination

I am stretched so thin and taut, at snap point Constantly juggling petty tasks of yesterday That metamorphosed into emergency monsters Simply because I delayed them until today. Anxious and agitated, I desperately struggle To catch up

Alas, Don’t You Care?

He called, I answered - my obedience undisputed. He sent, I went and it worked well till storm arose I expected Him to arise and keep me safe instead He sat in a corner, dozing like our

The Vine

Under His gaze, in Eden, I sprouted, flourished Steered by sturdy hands of the Almighty Lush and content, I thrived as I glowingly aspired To greet every eye with elegant beauty Soothe yearning souls with my delectable

If He Didn’t . . .

How dare you dare me Do you know who I am? I am not what you think I am I am not who you assume I am more than what you think I am way above your

Man with the Issue

I am a man, a very manly man but life’s circumstances Are threatening to castrate and turn this ruler, a beggar. I’ve spent my reserves to resolve this but my best came Up short and now I

When

When slapped by storms and trapped by the rope That anchors me to safety, remind me it’s not by might When winds blow confusion into the eyes of my hope And I barely see the difference between

Write-Off

I lie in my usual corner in the workshop There is no difference between dawn and dusk I have written them all off because every day Is a bore I must bear as people wander past. The

If Only

If only I had more qualifications My earning would match my dream If only I had more experience My performance would be flawless If only I had more resources My living would beat my wishing If only

Crossroads

Alone at crossroads, I pause to ponder Which way is best? Familiar is alluring; I can close my eyes and stroll from start to end. I’m a star here; I know the tough and smooth I know

Author: Glory

Never Forsaken

Procrastination

Alas, Don’t You Care?

The Vine

If He Didn’t . . .

Man with the Issue

When

Write-Off

If Only

Crossroads

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