My Strife
Its dark all dark
I turn to the left and to the right
And all I see is
Poverty striking me down
I'm fighting a battle I think I'm gonna lose
Devil and his friends got me playing duck duck goose
One minute its amazing and fruitful
The next I'm back to my poverty stool
As I take a seat on the hardened sheet of thermo plastic
I tend to think about my dying life
I'm falling apart the devil got me good
I'm wondering about
Staring at moon in the sky
Asking the question why Lord why me
Is this how my life is supposed to be
Is the eternity you promised me
Are these the plans you got for me???
Lord I'm confused why me
Just when I think its over
When I hang my gloves, throw in the towel to admit defeat
My king rises like one from deep sleep
The lord of hosts opens his mouth
To let out a mighty roar of hope
With his outstretched arm
He turns my life around
Before my very eyes his wonders are made manifest
From the desert of hatred and pain
I've become a valley of joy and peace
He came to my rescue like superman on a mission
His attention on me and his passion my own
Hence I say I know the lord never forgets his own
Like David the king out of my lips flows my redemption song
As the lion of Judah roared
My joy was restored
My life adored once more
At the brink of giving up
He appeared and saved my life
He came and took away my pain
And the scars of my 'endless' strife
©Paths, 2016
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