Cold

Dark, gray, rainy morning,

the cold burning pain

runs down my tired, trembling leg,

old memories slither forth,

lost and forgotten thoughts

ooze from hidden cracks and holes,

silent friends whisper sweet hellos

into well tuned ears;

fight or flight?

outside the winter wind blows,

the running feelings return,

the get in the car and start driving

while never looking back voices

start talking;

so many years,

so many battles,

does it never end?

does it never give up?

stay with me Father,

hold my head above the fray,

protect me from unseen enemies,

let my eyes see the light

of one more precious day,

make the cold winter wind

on dark, gray, rainy mornings

fade away;

lead me through this darkness,

help me to make a stand,

protect me once again

with Your mighty protective hand,

for I have forsaken Your

wisdom and righteousness,

silence the mocking voices

whispering inside,

never let me go,

never let me forget,

that for You

all things are possible;

bring me home to You Lord.

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