Poem inspired by a rainy afternoon with a Christian theme in song lyric format. |
Drowning Powerless I stand upon the mountaintop. Watching the rain cascade down Misty despair embraces me Bathing my dreams in torment, washing my hopes away. Each morning fades into the next Only existence lingering between. And I can’t seem to grab a hold Of the moments slipping through the hands of this child. I want to sing a song written by the hands of God But I can’t seem to find the right melody. I’m just Eve in this angel’s clothing, And when I open up my voice I fall silent before the Lord. But words mean nothing to the One Who can read my secret thoughts Knowing my doubt, my desperation, my fear That night in the garden and I realize that Only you Can bring me through this Only you Can drive this storm away Only you Can turn my drowning to baptism And I know again that God lives underwater. The chill wind of helplessness taunts me Begging to tear from me my salvation I plant my feet upon your Rock And trust that you will weather the storm with me Man-made chaos threatens to break me, Hatred to overpower my resolution I tremble inside Your fortress of faith Invigorated and terrified, knowing that Only you Can bring me through this Only you Can drive this storm away Only you Can turn my drowning to baptism And I know again that God lives underwater. Mold me, Make me, Hold me, Take me, Use me, Teach me, Wash me, Reach me, I know that God lives underwater. |