Traumatic miscues
Almost lost it all
Throes toward tragedy, sieves sin’s broken agony
Close to death’s final blow
Enemy heavy breathing in my scent
Ready to kill, steal, destroy
Scared
Stranded in plenty offshore fears
Sinking into deep pit; grope around… will imprisoned
Dramatic rescues
Utmost Name I call
Shows amnesty; gives within hope and sanity
Knows loves extra mile to go
Befriending me heaving; my Defense
Steady to give abundant life, heal, free to enjoy
Spared
Granted many more years
Seeking… HE remit; 3 chord strand of rope found -still listened
Emphatic breakthroughs
Chose to knock down walls
Dose for remedy, lives again open vitality
Boast in the LORD all the while overflow
Lending openly… to any breathing, grieving, leaving with reluctance
Mending to live, yield, see an envoy
Cared
Openhanded compassion toward tears
Blinking… Keep lit… faith, hope, and love abound until arisen
Isaiah 44:22
22 I have swept away your offenses like a cloud,
your sins like the morning mist.
Return to me,
for I have redeemed you.”
