images (3).jpegHanging by a thread, my life was a mess, thought of as trash to be tossed away.

Hanging off my bones, was my rotting flesh, malnourished and toxin filled.

Hanging by the skin of my teeth, was I with the charges filed against me.

Hanging by my fingernails, I was barely holding on, the darkness below ready to engulf me.


Hanging out, with those who had a clear path. Called, chosen…the redeemed.

Hanging a right, coming to Your house filled with peace and love.

Hanging in there, were those around me, lifting me up to receive Your powerful Spirit.

Hanging onto Your every word, for it would never go out and come back void.

Hanging up my hat, to the past, holding up my hands in surrender to your amazing love!

Psalms 143:6 – I stretch forth my hands unto thee: my soul [thirsteth] after thee, as a thirsty land.

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