Relief in Torment

This is like a few of my other poems in that it has not meter. It is just an compilation of thoughts and words from the heart. A result of the gratitude filling my soul.

Like a soothing pool,

A rippling spring of life.

So long have I been running

Fleeing His sight

Hiding from the one who died for me.

The guilt I ignored,

But torment heaped upon my shoulders

So much weight and no escape

Constant struggles in mind and soul

No rest... for I was wicked.

But a slaking shower of relief

God came to my rescue.

All it took was submission

Of my worldly desires.

So much good He gives His own.

All we need do is ask.

He is not stingy,

Nor is He cruel

He gives His grace freely

So precious His forgiveness

No matter how far I ran

He held my heart so close and safe

Just waiting for me to return.

So faithful, so wonderful

Is my Lord and God.

So precious is His fellowship

How could I have forgotten?

He had done me no wrong

He had sacrificed His life

But I had given him coldness

Stubborness, and disdain

But His neverfailing

Neverending, attentive love

Finally woke me from my fantasy

A fantasy where I need not consult my God

But make my decisions on my own.

Thank God for reminding me

Of His priceless wisdom

Before it was FAR too late

What now? Do I run along?

Try to reverse my decisions?

I say "No" I wait on God

And I know He'll lead the way

I got myself into a mess

But He will get me out.

Thank God.... Thank God.....

I need not stress anymore.

All the pressure is on Him

He's the only one who can take it.

Precious Father, amazing Lord

Thank you. I need not do this alone.

He's brought me relief

He's slaked my thirst

He's there to hold my hand

He's there to lead me through

Everything I've messed up.

Thank God again, I say.

He deserves so much more than that.

I know He'll take care of me

And provide for those who trust Him.

Here we go again.

Thank God for everything.

The list of thanks, I cannot write

It would be a book.

No matter how dark things get

I know He's there, with me.

Just trusting Him

That's all I need do

He's perfect and reliable.

Unlike me, He's never left

He's never denied me.

Thank God.... Thank God!

Reviews

[LSS]

Ahhhhhh, the poetry is there. There is not need to measure up the lines, there is not need to qualify the words. Herein lies the essence of verse; the passion, the desire, the heart. Herein cries the made for the maker. Those of us who believe, truly are not alone. Our God is not stone, neither is He a philosophy, nor does he reside in dogma. He is real; His part began with our form and will end with our walking into His waiting arms. For therein lies the beginning of the rest of us; eternity with The Lord. Pity those who only have a book of postulates to lean on, or those who believe man can solve his own horrific imaginations. Our God walked among us, His Word and His Spirit dwell among us today, and His Father watches and rules over it all.
Lar