I wrote my first Spoken Word poem today.
Some would say, “I wish he would crush me.
I wish he would reach out his hand and kill me…
But in my distress I cried out to the Lord;
yes, I prayed to my God for help.
He heard me…my cry to him reached his ears…
He reached down from heaven and rescued me;
he drew me out of deep waters.
For he will conceal me there when troubles come;
he will hide me in his sanctuary.
He will place me out of reach on a high rock…
For God had something better in mind for us,
so that they would not reach perfection without us.
I’m not saying that I have this all together, that I have it made.
But I am well on my way, reaching out for Christ,
who has so wondrously reached out for me.
Friends, don’t get me wrong: By no means do I count myself an expert in all of this, but I’ve got my eye on the goal, where God is beckoning us onward—to Jesus. I’m off and running, and I’m not turning back.
And, when we feel safe we can reach out to others. We are vulnerable when we feel alone, “If one person falls, the other can reach out and help. But someone who falls alone is in real trouble.”
Thank you God that we are not alone.
In the tradition of mysilentscream, this spoken word is silent, but you can give it a voice!
References: Job 6:9 (NLT) Psalm 18:6 (NLT); Psalm 18:16 (NLT); Psalm 27:5 (NLT); Hebrews 11:40 (NLT); Philippians 3:12-14 (MSG) ; Eccl. 4:10 (NLT)