I was told you were not there
It was all a figment of my imagination
That I believe in the unperceivable
Yet I still held on, kept believing.
A lot of times my faith has faltered
It seemed to me that I was all alone
Struggling to cradle my belief
Trying to press on
Fighting against all those who attempted to make me stop believing
But now I grow weak
Is it still worth it to keep believing?
Is still worth it to make so many enemies for something I have no proof of?
I’ve held on for so long I need something
Anything because my strength, my faith is feeble.
I found this poem in some of my old documents, I wrote it a couple of years ago. Some of it still expresses some of the things I sometimes feel to this day. I am so grateful to God though, that I am not as low as I was then. I have seen the hand of God in my life. I know God exists. There’s no longer doubt. I cried out, and He heard my cry. My past is a testament to the existance of God, my joy and peace a testament to his wonderful unfailing love and grace. Praise be to God!
“Psalm 18:6 In my distress I called to the LORD; I cried to my God for help. From his temple he heard my voice; my cry came before him, into his ears”