Perusing My Poetry Late at Night

I was up late tonight making rolls for our Thanksgiving feast tomorrow. While I waited for them to bake, I looked through some old poetry files. Thought I'd share this one I wrote a few years ago. Bears repeating.

I've held the walls together

With tacks and safety pins,

Sometimes I've called on you Lord,

When things started caving in.

I've leaned against the falling,

And felt so very small,

A lost and broken sinner

Who couldn't do it all.

You let me struggle at my task

But helped me all along

Once I let go and trusted you

I suddenly felt strong.