As I grow closer to Jesus,
I see the good, the bad, and the ugly.
There are times when I feel like,
no one is there to love me.
Sometimes I think, 'What's the point'.
My heart feels like it's torn.
Then I remember Jesus,
to weather out the storm.
At times when I am by myself,
a tear drops down my eye.
It gets so hard to the point,
it makes a grown man cry.
I thought it meant it literally,
when it said, 'Blessed are those who mourn'.
Then I remember the Holy Spirit is my comforter,
to help me weather through the Storm.
I don't want to complain.
That is not what I want to tell.
Still, I feel sad as I sit on the park bench by myself,
while everyone enjoys someone else.
It would have been nice if my marriage lasted,
but instead she asked for a divorce.
It's been five years since I've seen her,
It's been Jesus weathering me through the storm.
With persecuted Christians,
chemical weapons killing little kids,
parents abusing their children,
and not answering for what they did,
morality has gone out the window.
It's hard not to conform,
when this happens on the norm,
but it is Jesus who helps me,
weather through the storm.
It says in your word O' Lord,
to pray and not cease.
So God every time I pray,
I ask that you give my life peace.
I thank you for your many blessings.
Still, I ask how long O' Lord.
Tell me how long I will have to,
weather through the storm.
- Author: Dion P. Crown (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 9th, 2018 07:18
- Comment from author about the poem: I thank God for his many blessings, and I realize everyday my life gets a little bit better.
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