Tuesday, March 7, 2017
Tear me up.
Tear me up, life,
just tear me up,
stomp on me if you want to
pick me up and throw me 'cross the world.
I don't care.
Go on now,
get on with it.
Watch me like a hawk,
and when I'm at my tenderest,
most vulnerable point,
pounce!
Take your best shot!
What you do not see
is the One who died for me.
His sacrifice has made all the difference,
and will yet again
when I rise with Him.
So just get along now.
Go find someone else to pick on.
You think I don't see you.
But I do.
And I will.
Glass half-Full
Labels:
death,
fallen tree,
flowers,
iris,
life,
life after death,
life and death,
poem,
poetry,
resurrection,
sacrifice,
salvation,
trouble
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