I’m exhausted. I’m trapped,
And I don’t want to be here.
Can you help me out? – No?
Oh darn! I was so hoping
You could and would.
I’m really worn out.
I need the break
That I’m not going to get.
Life will take me down
And I will be the victim,
And lost.
What is it going to take
To ask you to help me?
To rescue me from my drowning?
I know I’m able to swim on my own,
But life is cramping my strength.
I just need a little help.
Please be my lifesaver.
5-3-1993 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire
What a beautiful cry for help…thank you sharing some of your older poetry with us dear sis. 🙂
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Praise God who hears all our cries. I thank Him for hearing mine, and His leading to share what I am so often tempted to throw away. Maybe His name ALWAYS receive glory in anyway He sees fit! God loves you, brother.
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Amen!
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