A poem

Draw close to God and He will draw close to you
A promise and a picture
I want to draw closer but I am afraid
I’ve made myself accountable so I have to draw close

My heart is in struggle with my flesh and my soul
Why do I feel the things that I feel
And want the things that I want even though I really don’t want them at all
Is this my plight to turmoil inside forever

I want to succeed I want to make it
But it seems like the struggle is all I will ever have
No matter if I win or lose, I never seem to get anywhere
I’m rolling my rock up the hill and every time, it slides back down

Inside me is something that says I am made for greatness
I know I’m still young and yet sometimes I doubt it
But the something inside makes me keep on trying
So many times I want to give up

I must keep going that is the lesson
The journey is the tale not the destination
Am I a fool and foolish to keep trying
Or is it noble to try forever regardless of the outcome

Alone I am so very lonely
But He is with me He never leaves me
I take solace in His comfort
He is always there

My physical pain seems cruel sometimes
I hurt like an old man and there is no reason why
My life has been full of personal battles and wars
When one seems to end I turn around to face another one

Is the dream real, do I not have much time
Will I die in a few short years
Or will I live to be an old man
Or will we all be whisked away because Sin has taken over

Lover, Spouse, Father, Boss, Partner, Friend, Brother, Cousin, Son, Uncle, Grandson, Servant, Stranger, Jerk, Storyteller

I am all of these things