Poem

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Out of the Briars
 
I know God loves me,
Well, I think; but the people;
I want acceptance,
But my life and I are all
A horrible mess, belong
Somewhere other, somewhere else.
Everything is terribly
Unfinished, broken, ugly,
And wrong, no good exists here,
Inside of me, I fear I have
Lost the will to continue,
To fight these battles, to live
In this mutilated mindscape
Where there is only constant war.
 
Still, there is this one, Jesus,
He says He is with me always,
He assures me, on Him, I can depend.
He DIED that I might be set free,
He is my Savior and owns eternity.
When I am tossed about
By vicious doubt, He often sends
Some little blessing, to remind
He cares and never has, not
Even for a moment, forgotten me.
I am a child of the King of Kings
And yes, sometimes I am unmindful,
Become depressed and downtrodden,
But one day, there will be a victory.
 
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Monday, November 25, 2019

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