always striving holding tight
no room for error failure in sight
squeezing out hope before day’s dawn
what was I thinking night lasts so long
welts of frustration fume like disease
more than downtrodden, driven to knees
no air is left a sullen choke
hot tears on my face rising in smoke
Lord please clear fog dims my path
align me with peace stem this tides’ wrath
give me somewhere solid to place one foot
and room for another for faith I will look
shake the dust away my eyes
set love like flowers its fragrance rise
I can walk not knowing where
Christ leads me onward my load he bears
Are there days when you feel you can’t go left or right, north or south? Neither our minds nor intuition can get us out of the corner we are painted into. Then truth filters the fog “Trust not in your ways but God’s.” I’m glad God knows the way out of life’s maze. He alone can release the choke hold that the world has on us. His love is a powerful remedy for the ailments of this life.
My son, let them not depart from your eyes—Keep sound wisdom and discretion;22 So they will be life to your soul
And grace to your neck.23 Then you will walk safely in your way, And your foot will not stumble.
Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; 5 does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; 6 does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; 7 bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
~1 Corinthians 13: 4-7
(KJV) Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.