OVERCOMER

MY SWEET JESUS,
WAKING UP THIS MORNING,
I FELT HELPLESS.
MY HEART IS STILL HURTING.
WHY DID THOSE SO CALLED
BROTHERS-IN-THE LORD
TREAT ME WITH SUCH DISDAIN
JUST BECAUSE I NEED TO SIT IN THE FRONT ROW
BECAUSE, AS IS VERY OBVIOUS,
AT LEAST TO MOST OTHERS,
I CANNOT STAND ON MY OWN?
CAN YOU SAY 'CONDESCENDING'?
WHAT IF THEY HAD BEEN THAT WAY
WITH SOMEONE THAT WAS HURTING,
LOOKING FOR COMFORT, NOT SAVED?
AND AFTER A YEAR OF WRITING TO MY PASTOR
WITH NO ANSWER WHATSOEVER,
WHERE IS THAT OPEN DOOR?
ALL I SEE IS FOG.
MY FISTS, CAN YOU SEE,
ARE BROKEN AND BLEEDING
FROM TRYING O SO HARD TO GET THROUGH.
MY HEART JUST FEELS TIRED AND TORN TODAY,
WORN,
ALTHOUGH I KNOW YOU ARE ALWAYS THERE.
THAT'S WHY, WHEN I FEEL THIS WAY,
HURTING HAND NOTWITHSTANDING,
I TURN TO YOU FIRST THING IN THE MORNING,
AND I DO WHAT YOU ASK OF ME --
I WRITE AND I BLOG ON TV.
JUST TELL ME, MY SWEET JESUS
AM I MAKING A DIFFERENCE?
IS ANYONE LISTENING?
DOES ANYONE CARE?
THE VISION YOU GAVE ME,
WAS IT JUST MY IMAGINATION,
WISHFUL THINKING?
AFTER ALL, WITHOUT YOU,
I AM NOTHING.
SO PLEASE, JESUS,
I KNOW YOU ARE BUSY,
BUT COULD YOU RIGHT THIS VERY SECOND
WRAP ME IN THE SHADOW OF YOUR WINGS
BECAUSE I SO BADLY NEED TO FEEL YOUR LOVE
SURROUND AND PROTECT AND ENFOLD ME.


PS:  THANK YOU, MY SWEET JESUS, FOR LIZZIE.

1 JOHN 5:5

WHO IS IT THAT OVERCOMES THE WORLD?

ONLY THE ONE THAT BELIEVES THAT JESUS IS THE SON OF GOD.