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Save Me

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By Diane FrickPublished 3 years ago 2 min read
Save Me
Photo by Juan Davila on Unsplash

From the darkest depths, I cried,

“Lord, save me!”

From the belly of the beast

to the One who made me.

So afraid in this pit of despair

I screamed in anguish,

“Lord, why aren’t you there?

Those prints in the sand,

you don’t carry me

I’m crawling and falling

so how could you be?

I believed in you always

but you left me alone

When I needed you most,

I’m on my own.

The life that I built

and freely gave thanks for

Was taken one day.

I was thrust into war.

And where were you, Father,

when my tears became rivers?

I trusted in You

but you didn’t deliver.”

I laid down in the abyss,

curled up in a ball

And wondered if God

was ever there at all.

I woke sometime later

to the sound of His voice.

But after my journey,

I didn’t rejoice.

I demanded, “Where were you?

Why didn’t you come?

You don’t know what I’ve been through

or what I’ve become!”

I snapped my mouth shut.

I was talking to my Lord.

No matter what I’ve been though,

that couldn’t be ignored.

He reached down his hand

and lifted me out

“Stand Child” he said

“forget your doubt

I never left you” He said,

“I was there the whole time

Putting you together.

Your tears matching mine.

You were broken, shattered,

so I made you a cocoon.

I worked on you faithfully

moon after moon.

When you cried for mercy

to get out of the storm

You weren’t ready yet.

You weren’t fully formed.

Had I let you out then,

you’d still be in the rain

Destroyed and malformed,

it would have caused you more pain.

But I held you in my arms.

I was always near you

Though it broke my heart

to see and to hear you.

I’ve put you back together,

piece by piece

Making you better than before

so you’re ready for release.”

My heart dropped

as I realized what I had done

I yelled at the one who stayed

when everyone had gone.

I bowed my head

and tried to let the words flow

But the Lord said gently,

“I already know.”

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About the Creator

Diane Frick

Hi! my name is Diane and I started writing poetry in fourth grade. I had a notebook of poems that got lost somewhere along the way, but I still love to write today. I hope you enjoy the thoughts from my insanity!

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