Sitting in the dark
I listen intently
To the voice I'd forgotten
Long ago.
He's unraveling
The tangled mess of me:
Working to displace my voice
With His own.
He picks me back up
And turns my face around
Showing me the avenue
To follow.
He needs me to go
And try again at life
Without leaving Him behind
Unheeded
Forgotten
In the dark
And outgrown.
I listen intently
To the voice I'd forgotten
Long ago.
He's unraveling
The tangled mess of me:
Working to displace my voice
With His own.
He picks me back up
And turns my face around
Showing me the avenue
To follow.
He needs me to go
And try again at life
Without leaving Him behind
Unheeded
Forgotten
In the dark
And outgrown.
This is beautiful poem. Thank you for using your gift for Jesus!
ReplyDeleteI liked this...
ReplyDeleteHe needs me to go
And try again at life...
Wow, Crystal your poem could be my own story...He needs me to go and try again at life without leaving Him behind is my daily story.
ReplyDelete"to displace my voice with His own"
ReplyDeleteI want that, too! Him increasing, me decreasing...
Hi! I just came over from RAP to partake of your offering.
ReplyDeletei really like the shape of this poem it reminds me of a north fork pine tree - these words remained with me:
"He's unraveling
The tangled mess of me"
Thanks, friends for your comments. I'm glad you were touched by this.
ReplyDeleteI hope you don't mind--I was asked to pick six blogs that I thought were good, and I mentioned yours as one of them. You will find this at shortstorydepot.blogspot.com.
ReplyDeleteThank you, poet...I'm honored!
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