Sunday, March 21, 2010
when everything falls
you're facing four blank walls
you push yourself to go on
your heart burning and your body screaming
all about you there is no trace of hope
all within you there's only darkness
your mind pounding and flashing all you have before you
the pure helplessness that cripples you
your limbs shaking and head spinning
your whole being just hanging on...barely
the entire feeling of being trapped and inescapable
the sheer misery and bitterness which devours you
the utter and excruciating pain which leaves you aghast
the complete surrender to time and fate and everything beyond your ability




dear lord, i am your humble servant
i am nothing without your grace
whatever you lead me to, you will bring me through
i offer all to you, my happiness and my suffering






Life had begun, I was woven and spun, You let the angels dance around the throne, who can say when,
But they’ll dance again, when I am free and finally headed home

I will be weak, unable to speak, still I will call You by name
“Creator, Maker, Life-sustainer, Comforter, Healer, My Redeemer, Lord and King, Beginning and the End,
hold on to my hand,”
and You said “I am."
"yes, I am.”


current mood: depressed
curren song: I Am by Nichole Nordeman
--Iyner, misfit-me at 5:36 PM