Spoken Word Poetry
Title I was…
By Chrissie
©2021
I was the withering fig tree, not bearing fruits for years. My spirit was shining, but my soul was declining.
Drowning in my sorrows, being unsalty, like the unsalty salt. I was the light, but not shining. Strong, but down. I was sad, not happy. My soul was hurting, been mistreated, down for too long. Untill Father God, helped me rise, live, and be, then I decided to live, swim, not stay down, I rose, to live, to be fruitful, and to glorify God.
Now I’m out of the cave, happier, stronger, better, living, loving, doing, being, living life, trusting, and loving God more daily. Glory be to God 🙂.