Tired thoughts; scattered dust drifting in the air;
Denied a refuge from life’s ragged edge;
White knuckled in the now; possibilities nowhere!
Time’s pounding beat battering sledge;
Constant pain; relentless torturer doesn’t care!
Relationship split by prideful wedge;
Everyone’s looking for something! Life isn’t fair!
Confusion leaves truth on sanity’s edge;
Stress and exhaustion coupled; an untenable pair;
Life on the horizontal, without any hedge!
No purpose or hope; I want to pull out my hair!
Past isn’t pretty! Bury sins; Don’t dredge!
Ignore deep damage; but baste the outer tear;
Feigning courage as I totter on the ledge!
Don’t look below! Now, come down from there!
Look up! I Am here! Wisdom, Knowledge!
Faith! The vertical perspective! Delivering prayer!
Jesus is my refuge from the ragged edge;
He is my joy; He lovingly mends my every care;
By Grace He removed sin’s dividing wedge,
At the cross, vertical met horizontal; it was there
I found life, love, hope; My Protector’s hedge!
My worried head cradled; He counts my every hair!