A Poem by Sherrie Kotka 2002
desire dashed upon the rocks of decision
doubt dangling as a not so distant could
discouragement descending as a desert storm
battered and bruised my stride has been broken
burdens to heavy to bear have bended my back
blurred vision and breathless, barely alive
laying as Lazarus, I hear the Lord calling
look, I say, you're too late my life is gone
leaning in close, I can see Him laughing, i learn...
divine deliverance sings like a white dove
detangeling the death chords that had destroyed my life
defiantly free, dancing dangerously
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