Scurrying, bending, scooping, gathering all I can find.
I’ve got to grab it all, leave nothing behind.
Oh, over there, that one’s been sitting awhile.
I must snag it, stack on top of the pile…
Of all the things I need to rid myself of, so I can be free.
I’ve heard of the Way, to find my victory.
With my eyes barely able to see over the top,
I carry it to the One who knows how to make it all stop.
Weak arms shaking from the strain
Of trying to alone, hold onto and carry so much pain.
The whole load falls from my hands, as I fall in defeat
As each pain, guilt, sin tumbles down to His feet.
I lift my chin to see Him bend, scoop, and gather all that was mine
I finally found my victory in my Savior divine.
Original work by Amy Blount Nov. 2018
P.s. Reader, I’m stomped on a title for this one. Anyone have a fitting title? Comment below and I will announce the title along with my next post.