lifted from the sea.

poem by: Elizabeth J White
Written on May 06, 2015

 I was in a mighty powerful seas the burdens and trials of life was trying to drown me.
I blamed my self, it was all of my blunders now the shame and dread of it all , was pulling me under.

From so many debts, trials and woes, I was decending to
the depths far below

Chains of guilt, great weights of shame, feeling , its all my
fault I was to blame.

Now the great ocean whales went over my head
I lay on the sand of that deep ocean bed

weighted down by hurt and cares of the world
and then I heard a voice say, you have worth, your
priceless, and your my girl.

I heard the voice say child lift up your head
I will lift you from the water, from this soft ocean bed

I lifted up my eyes, and the voice said now believe and you will rise
believe in me, believe in you, and no that you are wise.

Then the voice said I unlock these chains and free you
of all these trials and woes
you have more to do on earth, it's not your time to go.

I felt the shackles at that moment release, the bills and sadness
was gone and my mind at peace

I felt my body assending, beyond the coral reef, I felt doubt go away replaced with belief.

then from out of the debts through the ocean deep, I gasp a clean breath of fresh air
and thanked him, my soul he keeps

He lifted me above the ocean and the heavenly breeze, blew me dry
No doubt , no restraints and no tears in my eyes.

then he put me on dry land, and said from the debts you rose above
keep your hope keep your faith and know, really know, you are loved

for when your problems look so tough, and the oceans raging rough
just talk to me,  for you are wise
and you will be lifted , child you can rise!

 

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A previous user commented:
This is a beautiful poem. The bible tells us of how god saves the drowning man. Very nice
Elizabeth J White commented:
Thank you, and oh yes he does.
Christopher Russon commented:
Well written poem.life is like an ocean rough seas and calm waters.

 

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