The soul has much to say
Sacrifice...
The ups and downs
Life's way of poetic justice
We may differ on the outside,
but the daily grind is color blind
I shout out in anger,
curse myself over poor choices
Taste the steamy tears of regret,
trace the salt stains down my face
Yet...He stands there, arms open wide
Longing for acceptance,
from others...before self
Adolescent angst,
middle aged meltdown
The battle goes on and on
Peace, contentment...never to be found
A hunger for freedom,
a craving for fulfillment
He shows me, the nail scarred hands
Memories of caring too much,
total recall of receiving less in return
The theme of jokes,
the honored guest of embarrassment
Dreams that fell short,
promises that were built upon the sea
Being passed over,
accepting mediocrity
I can see the thorn imprints, in His head
Soon, the tears go from sour to sweet
The mind shifts to overload,
remembering my place in His realm
He loves me, like no other
He's the reason, for the season...that is my life
My body may rest upon the dust,
but my soul scorches Heaven's realm
I have a home in Paradise
In Him, I'm free...I'm free, indeed
He cares for me, beyond understanding
The garbage, the boils of life are purged
In His embrace, my misery and shame,
have been swallowed up
He has sifted through, every bitter thought
He has held me down, when I wanted to fight
He has carried me, when I collapsed out of weariness
He forever loves me,...inspite of me
In my heart, I behold...my Sacrifice
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