Feeling low, stabled by a rock

    When all is lost and I feel like giving
up Jehovah has this way of proving to
me I can endure one more day.

     Even when tragedy strikes. My
heart and mind are heavy. So slow are
the eyes and tears fall endlessly, I
still am standing because of Jehovah.

    Oh though do I make it up to him.
To give Jehovah worthy praise of
all the help he gives me. How?

   The songs I sing, the thoughts in
my head, the words I speak or the
actions I take. Yes all are worthy of
Jehovah.

   Yet even in my rattled nerves I am
found. A soft whisper echoes down a
long hallway, down a darkened path.
Yet I still see the hope, that calming
bit of light that awaits me. A gentle
tugging that gives me substance to
keep moving.

   Yes some days I hide.  So much that
for someone to know what is troubling
they have really dig. Oh how quiet
moments are such as these. Not
kindness just cruel in the mentions
of sanity.

    The moments I dread as the night
progresses. In serious leaps of doubt
I cling to the one thing that keeps
the tethered pieces from completely
fraying and dropping loose.

    Yes you are right - Jehovah.

   Indeed a bit of calm. A small bit
of hope that makes the pain of one
more day, seem like grains of sand.
An easy mountain pulled down to
a pebble.

   Softly a smile overcomes the violet
eyes. The coolness seeps in, converting
the ice to a warm sunshine. Sky blue
shining big before the opened
questions.

   Yes I do feel unclear about many
things but one sure understanding is
that Jehovah is here for me. Holding
my hand in my darkest moments,
the drained system and the weakened
courage. For sure I see, feel and hold
the truth of goodness, righteousness
within me.

   Thank you Jehovah for listening to
my words.