Help me hold on Lord,
Down on my knees,
Each day I sink lower,
Help me up, please,
Hear the 'groanings of my heart',
'Read my kidneys ' too,
Can't hold on by myself,
I really need You,
I want to dig a deep hole,
And lay down with the others,
More tired I've never been,
Miss my daughter, son, and mother,
I love those still with me,
But I do them no good,
How can I go on?
Help me if You would?
Don't want to be seen,
So depressed and downhearted,
Try to be the 'industrious' one,
Feel defeated before I have started,
So I come to You now,
In the name of Your son,
Will be withered away,
Before day is done,
So as David once asked,
For a 'new spirit within',
With a 'steadfast heart',
Help me see another day begin,
I am touched by your heartfelt prayer. I am sure that your words reached Heaven, for prayers have wings you know. Take care, my poet friend. Warmest regards, Sandra
I can feel the sincerity of your sordid words, overflow in the desire they hold. blessings, arya
faith in God is what we need most especially in our daily struggle in life! Well-penned!
grievances made known to God...well written poem Vallerie... though the theme inside is grief...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Surely such a beautifully expressed prayer cannot go unanswered. Thank you for the poem.