you are my help

Thinking about dinner,
They prey on me.
I eat my fear
And pray to thee.

All night long
I steel-steal my brave
Away from teeth
Sweating over my grave.

My muscles hurt
From keeping still.
My mind is drunk
From guarding will.

I haven’t moved.
Their breath on my cheek.
I can feel hair brush me.
This trap is bleak.

This pit is the devil.
But this pit is a chance
To show the power of God
In any circumstance.

And I hold on.
And I wait for dawn.
I know you haven’t gone.
The end isn’t drawn.

And then my rescue from above.
Shouts of tender life-saving love.
Thank God.



Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s