Tossed back and forth, riding relentless waves,
Confused by addictions that viciously enslave,
Captured and held captive by illusions in your mind,
Searching for answers you can’t seem to find.
Locked in a world that’s turned in-side-out,
Frozen by fear and clouded by doubt,
Deceived by subtle lies through the years,
Left all alone to taste bitter tears.
The quiet engulfs the breath of each day,
You struggle to keep your demons at bay,
Dreams dies a slow death a long time ago,
Your heart came up empty with nothing to show.
Beloved overcomer, do not give up hope,
Reach for the lifeline, the Fisherman’s rope,
It touches the bottom of the deepest of seas,
To pull those drowning, who long to be free.
Listen intently, He’s calling your name,
It was for you, His child, he originally came,
You are precious and cherished by He,
The Fisherman who casts His nets into the sea.
Look to the clear blue skies up above,
Let Him forgive you and give you His love.
© Kathy Boyd Fellure
Requested by a dearly loved fellow, Sacramento Christian Writer, member. Critiqued and edited by SCW’s, Gerry Weiland, Clara Boyd, Arlet Vollers, and Lila Fraser. Dedicated to godly gathering of humble ladies that welcomed me with open arms and hearts when I stumbled into my writing life.
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