Hold On

By Norman M.

I’ve been up, and I’ve been down
I’ve had my world, spun round and round.
This battle I’ve fought, for way too long,
the ones I love most, are the ones I’ve wronged.
So many times, I’ve almost tasted death
This addiction of mine, has created a mess.
I’ve lost so much, giving into the pain,
the emotional war, that feeds my shame.
It keeps pulling me down, into that dark hole,
where I can’t see the light, I can’t feel my soul.
I don’t want to understand it, I have no idea why,
I just want to heal, and move on with my life.
The best just keeps lurking, yes waiting for me
to fall into his lies, like an uprooted tree.

At times I can’t bear it, the guilt and the sorrow
and wondering when … I won’t see tomorrow;
but I’m still in the fight, all is not lost,
and one day I’ll repair, all the damage I’ve caused –
cause there is a spark, that flickers within
of hope in the One, who died for my sins.
I’m longing to see, His face once again –
oh to be in His presence, more than I’ve been.
That glorious light, that shines from His throne
has reminded me that, I am never alone
My Father in Heaven, kissed the Earth with His Son
so although I’ve been wounded, the war has been won
I have to stand firm, as the battles rage on
His hand keeps me steady, His voice keeps me calm.

The journey ahead, may be long and hard fought
but the price has been paid, my life is blood bought.
If Jesus can pay, the ultimate price –
the least I can do, is give Him my life
The cross that He carried, serves as the sign
that He never gave up, and neither will I.