Uncategorized — August 28, 2014 at 4:16 pm

Despair’s End (Poetry)

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falling-off-cliff

Despair’s End

Jesus you are my floor
You are my walls
And you are my door
You are my windows
And you are my room
You are my stairway
You are my house
And the rock it sits on

Don’t matter, boy… let the tears run out and down
I’ve nowhere else I need to be hide your head against me
Let the sorrows you feel be our shared companion
I’d gently remind you that there’s nowhere I’d rather be

Jesus you are my eyes
You are my ears
And you are my sighs
You are my screams
And you are my words
Past this despairing
You are my dry lips
And you are my everything

Don’t matter, boy… let the tears run out and down
I’ve nowhere else I need to be hide your head against me
Let the sorrows you feel be our shared companion
I’d gently remind you that there’s nowhere I’d rather be

Jesus you are my sorrow
You hold my despair
And you are my Savior
I’m in your tender care
You are my Beloved
My faithful wounding friend
You hold my broken soul
Here at despair’s end

-Jon Trott

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