Sometimes I want to cry
But my tears stay repressed,
Refusing to move
Despite my protest
Sometimes I want to groan,
Scream words I detest
But my voice, she too fails me
Despite my request
Sometimes I want to sit down
But the world makes me stand
And so I keep marching
Despite my demands
And in these strange moments
Exposed as a fool
I know of just one person
Whom I can turn to
The King of the fools
The King of the weak
The King of the hurting
The King of the meek
The King who identifies
With those in their faults
And lifts their heads up,
The King who exalts
And so I’m exalted,
Yet not through my works
But through my King Jesus
Who heals my hurts
The King of the fools
The King of the weak
The King of the hurting
The King of the meek
And so I have hope
For my King never fails
To hold me through weakness
Till his strength prevails
The King of the saints
The King of the strong
The King of all grace
To whom I belong!
Written by Mick Mooney
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Mick- you really are one artistic guy! In numerous ways! This is a very good poem.
Thanks Steve, I appreciate the encouragement mate
Glad to hear you enjoyed my poem.
Way to go Mick! I love it how you changed it at the end to who we ‘really’ are in Christ!
Thanks Joy. Glad you liked it.
oh my that really says it all thanks, reposting
Thank you Mick! It is touching
I Like it!
Thank you. A very moving piece, I really enjoyed it and was encouraged by it!