Monday Message Wow, I wish I would have had these words when my guy was a little! Thanks for joining us for Monday’s Message with Abigail Rice and Trench Classes United. This poem is a great reminder of what we can do when we feel we can’t do anything to stop the crying. It’s another Monday and as the coffee maker beeps a child screams and you can't find peace Or solidarity In knowing what that little one needs Because that child He cannot speak Words to him Mean nothing Other than something his brain is becoming So without words His emotions cannot be defined But they still deserve To be held and given time Who are we to reprimand Or recompense A child for his thoughts When he simply feels lost And like sheep we have all gone astray The Good Shepherd holding us Day by day Showing us that this is the way No matter our age No matter our thoughts When words become lost We all feel like a wave Violently tossed So we get down on our knees And fall on our face Prostrate and pray Lord, take me away Take me away from this pain I cannot define From the time I have lost Feeling nothing but grime The dirt of my soul Beginning to show And not even my tears Can wash away this hollow Feeling of being empty Being nothing Lord, I need Your energy I need Your loving Spirit to fill me up Because right now I am not enough And this I do deserve But I still cry I still wait I will endure every step Every inch of the nail’s Piercing sting of pain Because that is what You did for us When we deserved nothing but to be given up You still showed up And You show us every day That there is a light There is a way Even when words feel far You are our bright Morning Star Our Alpha The Omega The Beginning and The End So, Lord, I simply pray To cleanse me from my sins To hear my crying out My bouts of agonizing shouts And let me out of this darkness That has encompassed Around me Your light, Lord Astounds me -Abigail Rice
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