Overcome

Going to the pity party
The guest list has just one name
Me, myself and I

Losing my mind
Confused thoughts whirring
Like a person running on quicksand

“Stop running!”
God and my conscience beckon
With tenderness in their voices

“The pain is too much to bear
Too much that I dare not stare
I have to run”

Should I end it all?
.......
But hope emerges
Like a warrior wearing a white robe
Armed with a sword for battle

Running through the guarded areas
He breaks down every wall
Cuts off every lie

“There is hope!”
God and the angels exclaim
Pointing to the testimony of the saints

“We will overcome
By the blood of the Lamb
And the word of our testimony”

I will overcome.