Why do I feel so helpless at times?
Don't want to talk, just climb the wall.
Downcast, depressed in complete despair,
Can't see the world, obstacles so tall.
Vision is limited, room's corner so small,
All I feel like doing is living in my plight.
Gotta get up, gotta get going,
Get in the groove, do what's right.
My eyes are unfocused, downright red,
From crying, pondering the ways of my head.
Need to get busy, steady the boat,
Reality sets in, on why I had fled.
My faith is a rock, so I thought,
I began a conversation between God and I.
God spoke so gently, called me "My beloved child."
My heart responded in prayerful thanks, I cried.
We were in communication again,
Speaking, praying, My Father and me.
I was the one who wouldn't listen,
Have to remember Jesus set me free.
Written by Joan C. Nelson-Payne
© 3/19/08-revised 4/30/10
"If any man be in Christ, he is a new creature:
old things are passed away;
behold all things are become new."
II Corinthians 5:17