a desperate prayer

the world is a blur,

unclear, the lense unfocused

 

my eyes fail me

my brain hurts

trying to figure it all out

 

don’t ask “why?”

it’ll only hurt your heart

don’t wonder “how long?”

it’ll come

if you only wait

 

the wind blows

the mountains grow

the seas roar

but he will always remain the same

the poetry will never grow old

 

Lord, though my heart is hurting

it pains me even to live another day

yet I will trust you

 

my eyes are aching, sore, closing every minute

I’m deprived of sleep

yet I will keep on

watch and pray

for the hour is near

the son of man will be delivered into the hands of men

my hour of betrayal is nigh

 

don’t fight

don’t strive

it’ll only bring you hurt

my time is here

you are near

though I can’t feel you

 

it’ll only be another minute

the time will pass

don’t worry

the poetry will continue

we will fight

and win

 

we will fight

and win

time and time again

 

Yah will supply your needs according to his riches in glory in yeshua the messiah

 

I am your strength

I will deliver you

 

I am here

I am here

I am here

 

I will never leave you nor forsake you

 

I will never abandon you

 

 – written a month after my (now ex-) wife dumped me, and one month before she kidnapped my son (July 1, 2007)

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About sleepless in turtle island

Hi, I´m Dimitri. I have lived in Turtle Island for awhile now, so my cultural understanding is slowly improving. Also, I can see things in this place that boggle my mind. Thus this blog...
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