I tried to find comfort in the person I thought could give it, but once again I am alone at my weakest. I walk with the world on my shoulders all day long. More people throw their weight on these broad shoulders, but I am starting to think I am running out of room. I may not be super man, but you like to treat me like I am The enemy wants me to trap me in the mire, so I will give up.
I have been sinking for so long, but just like Peter it is because of my little faith. The hurt and the pain are real, and I know I can’t run from the storm. So, I am just running to the tower no storm can crumble. Run to the secret place no man or emotion or pain or disease will have dominion in the presence of the Lord. Run to the secret place.
3 comments:
great stuff......
I figured all you did had to get to you, but you do a decent job of making it look like it doesn't.
easy to read and understand
good stuff
this is absolutly beautiful nick. i obviously can relate greatly, but then again i suppose we all can in our own ways. you've definatily expressed yourself very well. i am not so sure that i have much more to say than how much i enjoyed reading your writing. i hope that you will write more soon too :)
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