His Loving Helping Hand Poem by Dwayne Bailey

I really resent myself right now,
for what I have become inside;
Everytime I look into a mirror,
the real me I can not hide.

The deceptiveness I display for others,
melts when brought to light;
The bitterness and rage,
come fore front in my sight.

But I know I am not alone,
unless I choose to be;
And blindness only happens,
when I choose not to see.

Even though I feel such pain,
my yolk to much to bare;
I know that he is willing,
and waiting for me to sahre.

Who is this person you may ask,
Whom waits paitently for me?
He is my higher power,
It's Jesus Christ you see.

It seems I only become resentful,
when I lock the gate to my heart;
Or when I pick up the double yolk,
and wont let him take part.

Thats when the burdens seem to much,
the weight to great to stand;
When I refuse to accept,
His loving helping hand!