He Will Carry Me Home
In moments of grief
Heart being shattered
He held me close
My body and mind battered.
*
Head in my hands
Heart feeling numb
Reached the end of myself
Where would my help come from?
*
The mountain looms before me
Hands and feet tied
An impossible feat
Yet he makes me tread on high.
*
Valleys follow
Dark, lonely, and long
Body and mind broken and weary
Yet spirit strangely strong.
*
Days turn to weeks
Months turn to years
Would the journey ever end
My pillow soaked with tears.
*
The world’s luster has dulled
Eyes fixed on but one goal
Persevere ’til the end
Emptied but full.
*
He’s carried me ’til now
He is able, and he alone
The road may be long
But he will carry me home.
*
~Sarah
Love this. So thankful God has given you the gift of praising him through your writing. This poem is perfect for me presently. What a Hope we have to look forward to. This Hope quiets our souls in Him as we go through each day he gives us. Oh, victory in Jesus!
Beautiful post and poem. Thank you for sharing, Sarah. Prayers for joy in the midst of your pain.
Thank you, Amanda!