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Casting stones

August 29, 2014
By abigail midkiff BRONZE, Chillhowee, Missouri
abigail midkiff BRONZE, Chillhowee, Missouri
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On my shoulders I collect the weight of everyone’s sorrows

Like A bag of stones strapped to my back.

But am I naive  to think that maybe tomorrow

Ill find the key to the chains wrapped around my neck?

Behind the smiling lies of those who surround me

I can clearly see the truth

I see them hiding behind their stories

But what are they trying to prove

Last night I cried for the first time

In what felt like a thousand years

I had forgotten how it felt to cry

What it was like to hold my own tears…

But now I realize that I don’t have to hold it all

Because there is only so much one person can carry

I must admit that I am not really that strong

                                                                                                                So im falling to my knees…oh Lord can you hear me?

I feel your presence in the air I breath

But I have chosen to ignore your voice

My heart is in rebellion with my body

And now I come to a choice…

Will I carry my own chains and face the floor with a kiss

Or run to your arms for help

Will I be selfless to think that its selfish,

To want more for myself?

I don’t need to fight anymore

I don’t need to fill my hands with tears

Because there is something deep inside that I have always ignored

It’s the love that conquers my fears…

Love is not enough

Unless it comes from you

I’ve spent this time thinking I was showing that love

But I never even included you.

Save me, Lord

carry me while I carry these sorrows

cast my bag of stones to the floor

and give me a better tomorrow.

Ahh finally I’m not alone

At last I feel the love  I thought  I already had

So now I will live my life in obedience to the thrown

Of the loving friend that will forever last…

 

 

 

 


The author's comments:

I excepted Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior in the middle of writing this poem. as soon as i wrote the lines,  "I must admit that I am not really that strong. So i'm falling to my knees...Oh Lord can you hear me?"Is when I truly surrendered. This poem means so much to me. 


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