Grateful heart [a poem]
Strolling down the street of scrutiny
I could barely breathe,
Choking sensations crawling down my throat.
The thoughts of the events of the past
The thoughts of the likely events of the future
The thoughts of the results I desire,
The thoughts of how dwindling it’s becoming
The continuous prove that I have little or no control,
The continuously diminishing self confidence.
The gloomy face I wear
as I give up,
Knowing my strength has failed me.
Then the day comes,
The moment we have been waiting for.
We gather with fear and trembling,
Expecting the worst.
Then came the shock
The news of our success
The prove that the Lord has helped us
I starred at the result
Not sure how to react,
Mixed feelings everywhere
Tears of joy
Overflowing like a river bank.
One thing became clear
It’s not of him than willeth
Nor of him that runneth
But of the lord that showeth mercy!