Posts Tagged ‘pain’

He Leads Me Forward

February 6, 2015

“Please, let me help you
You are my friend, I want to help
Help isn’t such a bad thing, it’s really not
Not if you want to move forward.”

Forward motion can be positive or negative
Negative attitudes lead me down
Down into an abyss that leads to bondage
Bondage, a place that leaves me caged

Caged with nothing or no one to talk to
Too, you’re bored, feeling like you have nothing to do
Do? I’m in the fetal position; I can’t move
Move, squirm, it’s all pain to me

I want to move, but I’m in pain
So much so, I think I’ll go insane
Insanity surrounds, and I feel like I’m climbing the walls
Walls that are nonexistent; they’re just bars

Bars of self doubt and pity surround the cage
Cage looking out into the dark
Dark shadows surround me, but is that a spark?
Spark of white draws my eye

Eye catches on that little star so white
White pin prick reminding me of the bright star that shone that night
Night dark except for that diamond fair
The one above the shepherds, in the air

Air new comes afresh to my lips making me want for more
I start wondering what’s in store
I start searching for a way out of there
I send out the “help me” prayer

Prayer comes faster, and I find that Jesus is with me
I don’t feel so empty
The light has come closer, bit by bit.
I feel better, and a bar dissolves; I am able to get out of the caged pit.



June 17, 2013

Just a note:  If this is happening to you or your people, and you feel encouraged by this poem, please feel free to comment on what is going on.  I would love to pray for you.


A crowd mulls around, dressed in grey
I see targets from snipers in the fray
Nothing has been shot so far
They’re on the roof, not in a car

The targets are red and rings
They target as people do their thing
There is sand at their feet
There is no rain, snow, or sleet

Who is on the roof looking down?
Who is holding a frown?
The curtain comes down, and darkness reins
There is a sense of pain

Pain except for those who have been targeted with red
Are they those who have been saved instead?
As I write this prophetic ditty
I see their spirits are pretty

Pretty little swirls in the palm of His hand
Like the center of the egg; it’s the shell, the land
They’re safe there; he’s the fortress
They are given His loving-kindness