I Cried Today…

	“I Cried Today…” by Lea Jones   The early morning hours And quietness of night’s moon, So much despair surrounding me, Swallowing, desiccating into a prune; The walls of doubt surmounting, Gripping the edges of my mind, Sight obscured by thoughts of dismay, In the moments of weakness, I cried today!   Some professed to know me well, Even detected a troublesome ache, The inward parts of my heart Seemed to dissipate; Glancing into a meaningless abyss, They performed their much criticizing, Then, a moment of despondence, a reckoning, There was no denying of my excessive crying!
Before I self-destructed, The SOURCE it there, Who knows the steps necessary, He established the road that I take And the plan destined is revolutionary; His delights are excellent, How magnificent His Liberty, The Joy of knowing my Father, my strength and power, He observes my expressions, attentive to my plea! Lifting me above my negating, His Presence captivates my soul, His Spirit supernaturally mesmerizes The me only He can make whole; Uncompromisingly indescribable, My petition was heard in the midst of my woe, A glimpse of the “new thing” springs forth and overflows!
*”The Wait” Artwork by Horacio Cardozo **”Show Me The Way” “Precious Lord, Take My Hand” Artistic Paintings by Lester Kern (1955-2010)	The Will of His Promise cries out “TODAY” And, behold my tears are wiped away, For He placed me on a Rock to stay, To defeat those in every area of dismay; Installing a hedge, while fighting my battles, My Father dispatches His angels Soaring over my enemies Leading, guiding, and protecting me!   The mention of my Father’s Name, HalleluYah - Elohim, no other god can proclaim, Alpha and Omega, the First and Last, The Beginning and the End, I must hold fast; My profession of faith I should never waiver, In the time of trouble He hides me from danger, What started out as a dreary morn, Because of His Power I am reborn!   The fact that HE knew me before time began, He created me as part of His plan, I must be found testifying through refrains Declaring my life is worth living, to proclaim; No matter how often I may weep His ears are open listening as He keeps I hear His Voice, He speaks from on High My spirit-man leaps, I smile as I cry “I AM THAT I AM” is standing by - Today, to stay!

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