I still believe

I see God every day;
He’s always there
to brighten my way.

He made all the wonders
of the world,
even down to the tiniest
buds unfurled.

He gave me my life,
and He gave you yours;
He lets us decide our paths
and yet suggests detours.

It’s up to us to find our path
and go our own way,
and like a good father,
there are some things
He doesn’t say.

He lets us choose
whether we go left or go right,
but gives us our inner strength
when a battle arises
that we must fight.

He never promised us
a world without strife,
and He’s shown us plenty
of examples of pain
in His own life.

I think back to when
His most trusted angel turned away,
which reminds me of when
our own children chose not to stay.

The pain and sorrows
are never very far,
but just as a mother,
He still loves us wherever we are.

I can’t begin to understand
all that He is;
I just know that He loves me,
and I am His.

And one day, I’m sure,
I’ll understand more than I do now;
His wisdom will find me
just like the faith He has endowed.

Until then, I just keep trusting
and believing with my whole heart,
and I know He’ll be holding onto me
when at last, I do depart.

We mustn’t lose hope,
even in a world that seems so dim,
so I’m putting all my hope
in the One who’s always been.

© 2022 Michelle Cook


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There I was…

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There I was,
a tarnished piece of nothingness,
just another fowl crumb of an existence,
with all the potential of a rain gutter,
yet still, you chose me.

You unearthed my shameful soul
and held me lovingly in the palm of your hand.
Then, after peeling away mounds of corroded debris,
I was no longer a piece of blackened chaff.

Instead, I became your prized gem,
an anomaly I hadn’t foreseen.
And your sovereign hand still continues,
to unfold each gossamer petal of my potential,
showing the world what real love can do.

© 2020 Michelle Cook


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The enemy’s weapon of choice

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I continue to waste minutes
days…
even years.

Why?
Why do I continue?
And yet here I sit.
Pondering…
More pondering…
Until I’m near to tears.

And all those things ―
the ones the enemy knows
will pierce my heart.

He sends them my way…

Again, why?
Why is this world allowed
to be ruled by such evil?

If I were a god,
I’d do away with all of it.
Does it give pleasure to the almighty,
to see us suffer?

Sharp objects like daggers,
of course they hurt.
But it’s the soft-edged blade,
the one that slips between my ribs,
the one I never even notice
until it’s too late.
This is the enemy’s weapon of choice,
the one that devastates my heart.
And the damage is irreparable.

 

© 2020 Michelle Cook


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A better outlook on life

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When I think about my life
And don’t focus on mankind
I feel such a positive feeling
As I leave the world behind

And I think about the beauty
The things that God has made
And when I give my worries to him
I’m left feeling unafraid

I wish my mind would dwell more
In the places where he resides
For I know I feel most comforted
When he’s standing by my side

But I get lost to a world
Full of rejection and despair
And so I try to fit in
Which doesn’t get me anywhere

But today is a new day
A chance to try again
And maybe this time
I’ll just give everything to him

© 2019 Michelle Cook