Its as if I can stand on a hill
Watching depression roll in
Oppression, like a cold front, leaving it's chill
The battle is about to begin
The dark clouds roll across my mind
The heaviness suffocates me
As if my entire being is being confined
Fighting to break free
As grain crushed in an old steel mill
Flattened metal on a blacksmith's anvil
Flattened metal on a blacksmith's anvil
Consuming darkness threatening my will
My spirit thin and time stands still
I thrash about as someone drowning
Kicking, screaming, finally still
Only my heart is steadily pounding
Completely surrendered, I give up my will
I relax in to the feeling of complete abandon
Hopelessness turns to submission
Tomorrow is a time I can't imagine
Emptied of all ambition
The healing of surrender
Restful stillness
Feelings still extremely tender
Staying in the fulfillment of forgiveness
Released from a prison of shame
I am completely set free
By my God who knows my name
Who loves and never leaves or abandons me
But we do not belong to those who shrink
back and are destroyed, but to those who
have faith and are saved.
Hebrews 10:39


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