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 make a stand,

protect me once more with

Your mighty protective hand,

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.

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