Poem Feeling Low

Feeling low,
drained.
Like a sriviled purun,
like a trampled rose.

I feel abandoned,
like a child,
child in the wilderness with no one
to talk to but God and me.

No one to turn too,
that’s a shame.
God is with me,
His always there.

Not everyday is the same,
so I will hold on.
I will be strong,
some days tougher than others,
It will pass.

It is just but a season,
with that knowledge I will go through.
I will lookford,
and be hopeful.

Feeling low,
looking to God.
It will be ok,
God’s got me.

Chrissie

Published by Chrissieministries