This Too Shall Pass

By: LuvMiFreely

(Hour 9)

The world has been sitting on my shoulders

I feel my posture dragging

I’m often told I have to pick myself up

 They don’t know how often I pick up the pieces

But every shattered piece cuts me

So I rather leave them on the ground

Every time a wound heals 

Something replaces the pain

Until I become numb

I’m told that I’m strong

They fail to notice that I’m weak in my stance

But God holds me up when I’m at my weakest

The world knocks me down

I throw in the towel

He throws it back

Tells me to wipe my tears

Stands me back on my feet

Then He gloves up and takes on my battles

So although my flesh wants to give in

My spirit reminds me that I’m built in his image 

This too shall pass