Saturday, August 05, 2006

ON THE BRINK AND BACK


I was standing on the brink,
All around the ground began to sink.
I just could not go any longer;
My arms were weak, my legs no stronger,
I reached out and said really loud,
If anyone cares, help me now.

I had no hope- my cares were many;
No one to love me-had only my enemy,
Who followed close behind and threatened
My very being,
I saw only bad visions-could not believe
What I was seeing.

From somewhere in the air,
I heard a faint, small voice-I care.
Looking up and looking down;
Not a soul-no one could be seen,
Yet deep inside where fear had been,
There was a peace that to me had been no kin.

I fell face down and asked who spoke to me,
Again the voice was small but sounded very strong,
Fear not, child, I’ll keep you from all wrong.
I Am, Jesus and I love you.
I’ll take away despair and give you peace and mercy,
To name just a few.

Stay with me and do not stray,
You’ll forever know all the right ways.
Never again feel all alone,
Because I’ll be with you---Always
Sandra Walker
6-25-2006