One way to find God

One way to find God - 1

My past

My sin

My infamy

Mine

Stinking

Horrid

Nauseating

Rolling

Crushing

Over

Breaking

Pounding

Hammering

Beating

Pieces

Sickening pain

Acute pain

Heart rending

Gut wrenching

Deep inside

Overwhelmed

Breathless

Destroyed

Annihilated

Myself

Mine

Choices

Path

Taken

Innards hanging out

Turned inside out

Regret

Shame

Woe

Wretchedness

Never ever going to breathe again

Never ever going to rise again

Never ever going to be again

Never ever going to live again

Broken down destroyed

Not a hope

Finished as person

Silent coursing uncontrollable tears

Mucus saturated saliva dripping

Rolling on the ground

Clothes rending dirge-ing

Sickening pain

Thundering pain

Throbbing me out

Drumming me out

Loud

Aching

Diseased

Wounded

Broken

Prostrate

Buried

In what was my soul

In what was my spirit

Silent

Whisper

Forgotten

Remembered

A wisp

A beam

A hope

Not lost?

A promise

Strength from without of me

Might from my God

Pressed down but not crushed

Persecuted but not abandoned

Struck down but not destroyed

Faith

Love

Hope

No curse

Yes blessing

Eternal

Forever

Endure.

Joys that is my strength.

Trade my sorrow

Trade my shame

Lay down trash

Set down baggage

At the feet of my God.

Not another minute weighed down.

Acceptance

Yes Lord

Yes Lord Yes Yes Lord.

The mourning lasted for moments that feel like all the nights of my life.

The morning of joy is here.

His joy is here.

His joy that’s going to be my strength.

Within me

Carrying me

Lifting me.

Yes Lord

Yes Yes Lord.

My shield

My protector

One way to find God!

I'm trading my sorrows

I'm trading my shame

I'm laying them down

For the joy of the Lord

I'm trading my sickness

I'm trading my pain

I'm laying them down

For the joy of the Lord

We say yes Lord yes Lord yes yes Lord

Yes Lord yes Lord yes yes Lord

Amen

I am pressed but not crushed

Persecuted not abandoned

Struck down but not destroyed

I am blessed beyond the curse

For His promise will endure

That His joy's gonna be my strength

Though the sorrow may last for the night

His joy comes with the morning

We say yes Lord yes Lord yes yes Lord

Amen

Trading my sorrows - Darrell Evans

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