I Am Sinking Into The Mud O God Poem by Dr. Antony Theodore
I Am Sinking Into The Mud O God
I am sinking into the mud o God
deep in the waters.
I am alone.
I have no one to help.
I drink the muddy water
and facing death now.
Where will my help come from?
I am perishing here.
I suffocate.
I cannot breathe.
Struggling with the last strength
beating my legs and hands
in the water, only to sink down.
Where will my help come from?
The Lord is present
even in the depths of the sea.
The Lord is present
here at this moment.
It is my deep faith.
I shall not be alone.
The Lord comes to save me.
(Graphic: The Church of the broken-hearted.taken from the collections of Genovamaaain Photobucket)
Really we are sinking in messy society where wrath, anxiety and greed are it's water with mud. If we meditate God he can save us. A beautiful spiritual poem based on petaphor has been astutely delineated. Thank you dear Dr. tony for sharing this gem.10
God present to those who seek him... But without faith it is impossible to please Him, for he who comes to God must believe that He is, and that He is a rewarder of those who diligently seek Him. Hebrews 11: 6
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5/5/2024 5:02:37 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Typo- please treat 'metaphor' instead of 'petaphor'