PETRIFIED

FROZEN,
PETRIFIED.
LYING IN MY BED,
HELPLESS,
WAITING FOR THE OTHER SHOE TO DROP.
WHAT DID I DO, LORD, TO DESERVE
WHAT SEEMS TO BE A LIFETIME OF ABUSE?
CAN I PLEASE JUST HAVE A LITTLE BREATHING ROOM?
SURE, YOU PICK THE WEAKEST ONE OF THE BUNCH
TO SUFFER SO MUCH.
HOW AM I TO GO ON
WHEN I CAN'T EVEN MOVE?
BUT I CAN STILL SPEAK,
I CAN STILL WRITE,
I CAN STILL TESTIFY.
I CAN SHOUT 
OUT
TO THE WORLD
HOW I CANNOT LIVE WITHOUT YOU.
YOU SEND OUT YOUR MIGHTIEST ANGELS,
AND I PLEAD YOUR SACRIFICIAL BLOOD.
I HAVE NO STRENGTH,
MY BODY IS BROKEN.
BUT MY SOUL,
WITH YOU IN CONTROL,
IS STRONG.

1 THESSALONIANS 5:16-18

REJOICE ALWAYS,

PRAY CONTINUALLY,

GIVE THANKS IN ALL CIRCUMSTANCES;

FOR THIS IS GOD'S WILL FOR YOU

IN CHRIST JESUS.