Inspired by 2 Corinthians 4.
you are hard-pressed on every side,
swept away by the pounding tide
you are perplexed and confused,
faced with terrors hell has loosed
you are persecuted by all men,
losing the strength to fight again
you are weak and weary,
and you want it all to end
but I promise you,
you will rise again
your hope will soon be swept away,
no strength to face another day
your faith has slipped onto the ground,
trampled by the lying voices that surround
your Lord feels like He’s finally gone,
His light withheld like a cloudy dawn
you are battered and broken,
and you think you’ve reached the end
but I promise you,
you will rise again
the treasure is enclosed in jars of clay
and we are tired, we are wasting away
but the treasure will last to the end of the age
the treasure will stand, and the treasure will save
you are dark and dying,
and you tremble to see the end
but I promise you,
you will rise again
the troubles are momentary and light,
they are the fading hours of the night
but the glory reaches beyond the external
the glory is strong and the glory’s eternal
you are faint and fading,
and you sink into the end
but I promise you,
you will rise again
“your faith has slipped onto the ground,” <<<< That line and the picture next to it remind me of a story Amelia and I have going on, which I want to write one day. I think this poem may give me inspiration for that certain story. 0_0
Anyway, I love this poem, Abbs dear. ❤
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Gorgeous! Such wonderful description of how we feel during our struggles. Again, I like how you didn’t use capitalization. 😉 And the pictures were great, and really added an extra dimension to the poem.
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